Anyone else have an emotional support sweet potato (ESSP)? 
This is my current victim.
This is my seventh or eighth ESSP. In a row. That I haven’t eaten.
Each one sits on my counter, slowly growing roots and judgment, until enough time has passed that I now believe this potato to be inedible.
Is it?
I don’t know.
But every time I’m at the store?
My brain:
“This time it’ll be different.”
Me:
“Yes! I’ll roast it tonight. It’ll go perfectly with…”
(insert vague idea of a meal that will never exist)
Or “Of course I’ll be in the mood for it tomorrow!”
And then?
The cycle continues.
Neurodivergent brains are weird and wonderful. Because sometimes (ok, most of the time) this is just how my brain works.
And honestly? That’s fine. I’ve made peace with it.
The sweet potato seems cool with it too. As for the next victim? Who knows…
-the mom with the forehead tattoo
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