Dysregulation

I am so dysregulated today. I don’t have a clue why. That’s the thing about dysregulation: there’s no rhyme or reason.  Seeing Judy is the highlight of my week. Then why am I totally dysregulated? Certain things make sense, like hating school when I used to go. But most dysregulation makes zero sense. Still I can feel that spelling is calming. The thing is, you might think the opposite: it’s so hard for me, after all. The thing is, it’s the only thing that has a chance of helping. As I finish this post, I am completely calm.