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Let It Rot: A Neurospicy Eulogy for the Things We’ve Outgrown

There’s a graveyard in every neurospicy brain. It’s quiet, cobwebbed, and full of half-finished hobbies, abandoned identities, and the ghosts of hyperfixations past. Insert spooky oOoOoOo here Baking. Guitar. Spanish. Bullet journaling. My first Mental Health blog. Each one started with fire. A passion that burned so bright I would talk about it with every

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