There’s a very specific moment in the morning that feels uniquely neurospicy.
You’ve confidently thrown back a small constellation of pills. Vitamins. Meds. The usual suspects. They’re all sitting there, un-swallowed, waiting for the final commit.
And then—
Record scratch.
“Wait. Did I take the important one?”
Not all of them. Just that one. The one that makes the rest of the day make sense.
What follows is a rapid internal audit, conducted entirely without notes. Your brain rewinds the last ten seconds like it’s reviewing security footage: bottle opened, pills poured, vibes were good… but was there closure?
Meanwhile, your tongue launches into a full search-and-rescue mission. It’s patting around frantically, trying to identify shapes and textures like it’s braille-reading for survival. Is that a vitamin? Is that harmless? Is that—oh no—that’s the bitter one. We are running out of time.
This is the danger zone. Because once you swallow, you are committed. There is no undo. You will either be quietly victorious… or you’ll spend the next five minutes tasting regret and questioning your life choices while your brain goes, “Huh. Guess we’ll find out.”
It’s such a small thing. A few seconds. A mouthful of pills.
But it perfectly captures life with a spicy brain: confidence followed immediately by doubt, frantic self-checks, and a deep hope that past-you did the thing you absolutely needed them to do.
Sometimes neurodivergence looks like big ideas and wild creativity.
Sometimes it looks like standing at the sink, tongue doing parkour, whispering, “Please tell me I took my meds.”
And honestly? Both are kind of hilarious.
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