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executive dysfunction, grace, Healing, human experience, kindness, mental health, neurodivergent, productivity, Reflection, reframing, rest, self-acceptance, self-compassion
I, personally, don’t like the word lazy. It feels heavy and judgmental. I suffer from executive dysfunction. That means that sometimes, even when I desperately want to, I simply cannot. My brain says “get up and go,” but my body just doesn’t follow. It’s like being trapped behind invisible glass, watching life move while I stand still.
As a child, I was often called lazy, and maybe sometimes I was. But when I finally got diagnosed, a lot of things clicked into place. It wasn’t about a lack of willpower or caring, it was about my brain working differently. I can spend an entire day wanting to clean the kitchen, pay bills, start laundry, or even just get dressed… and yet, nothing happens. Then comes the guilt spiral: feeling bad for not doing, which makes it even harder to do.
People like to say “just push through it,” but it’s not that simple. For me, it’s a cycle of needing rest, feeling guilty for resting, and then burning out because I never gave myself real permission to slow down.
So when I think about “lazy days,” I try to reframe them. Sometimes they’re not lazy at all — they’re necessary. They’re recovery days. They’re my brain’s way of saying “I need a minute.” And the truth is, rest is productive. Without it, everything else falls apart.
I’m learning to give myself more grace. To celebrate the small wins. Needing rest doesn’t make me lazy, it simply makes me human.
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