Megan Kingsbury
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Author 📝Actress 🎠and Film Director 📽️ by day
Animation 🎬 fanatic by night
Cosplayer 🖌️🪡 all the way in between
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ADHD Isn't Just In The Mind, It's Physically Painful Too
I write this whilst in the middle of one of my exceptionally bad ADHD flare ups, something I haven't experienced in months. I am curled up on my foldout floor armchair I keep in my bedroom, but have brought through to my studio to be beside my personal Christmas tree and away from everyone else in the house, because this is the only place I feel safe right now. I have swapped the jumper I had been wearing all morning as I could no longer stand the sensation of it, desperately craving a really specific jumper like a life-line. Warm, loose, baggy and so incredibly soft. I feel violently nauseous, close to tears for no reason at all, my head spinning like I have a thousand million nonsensical thoughts being whisked around in a mixer to which I can't make out anything, and it all feels like it's happening right behind my eyes. I want to talk and talk and talk and let out so much energy, just unleash everything that's bubbling inside me like a potion pot of poison, but as soon as I talk or speak I'm overwhelmed and overstimulated by myself. My heart beating fast and my pulse racing even though I haven't even started the 100 meter dash, and my eyes lit by LED bulbs, it's power supplied by Duracell double ADHD batteries. My brain painfully struggling to comprehend the link between my physical pain and my spicy brain in this moment.
By Megan Kingsbury27 days ago in Psyche
Some Things Aren't Meant To Be Found
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. People had been going missing for years. People walking their dog would have the inexplicable urge to take their stroll through the neighbouring woods, never to be seen again. It was the makings of a local lore that became the burlesque backbone of this ultimately forgettable village. That was until the streetlamps were near unseeable from layers upon layers of missing person posters. Woebegone faces, muted and marred from years of neglect; paper eyes watching the village down every street.
By Megan Kingsburyabout a year ago in Horror
ADHD Manifesting in Relationships. Content Warning.
Being ADHD is one thing. Being ADHD and maintaining lasting relationships is a totally different story. For myself, during high school and even into university, I went through friends like a packet of crisps and whilst I didn’t know it at the time, having been diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, looking back on what has become a borderline traumatic but self defining experience, it is abundantly clear that the primary contributing factor to that lifestyle of jumping friendships was down to my undiagnosed ADHD. Growing up with this lifestyle - with any lifestyle - can really impact your self belief, your belief in the natural state around you and belief in what is the normal and right way to be treated by people around you. To expect people to eventually leave you genuinely makes you too scared to become close to people in the first place, which still affects me even now at 25. It was only when I got the diagnosis (22-24yo) that I not only opened up a little more, but I maintained friendships and even ended up accidentally surrounding myself with like-minded and equally neuro-spicy people. It’s like a gaydar, but for spicy brained people… neuro-spicy-dar I guess?
By Megan Kingsburyabout a year ago in Psyche
The signs that made me realise I wasn't crazy but had ADHD. Top Story - March 2022.
What is ADHD? ADHD stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and is often diagnosed at a young age where symptoms are most often exhibited. However, for people like myself where the symptoms were missed or put down to being a part of my personality it led to being diagnosed as adult ADHD.
By Megan Kingsbury4 years ago in Psyche
Hazel
Rustle rustle. Her ears perked up. Rustle rustle. She lifted her sleepy head and turned it a hundred and eighty degrees. The rustling had been going on for a good few minutes now and there was no way that she could get herself back to sleep. She narrowed her big black eyes until they were barely visible behind the narrow slits and white snowy fur that covered her face. The incessant rustling was coming from far beneath her, under the pile of hay that had been complacently placed in the corner of the barn to cover the mould and rot that had eroded from neglect. The owners of the barn had always been lazy with home maintenance, which made it a perfect place for Hazel to find a quiet corner and nest through the cold winter season. It was more often than not a tranquil corner of the world, the only disturbances being the once in a blue moon appearances from the farmers as they came in to dump unwanted goods or to otherwise complain about the so-called bats that were living in the barn roof. Far from annoying Hazel, these intrusions would often amuse her as she peered through the cracks in the roof floor knowing perfectly well that even if they could do something about the fact she had made her home in the roof of their barn the effort it would take to find her and evict her was going to be too much for them to bother with. So instead she would scratch a little at the ceiling to infuriate them a bit more and then nuzzle her beak into her feathered wings and fall fast asleep.
By Megan Kingsbury4 years ago in Fiction
A Job That Escapes Reality
It’s a very funny question to answer these days; “what is your job?”, because my answer isn’t as simple and self explanatory as, for example, “a waitress” or “a shop assistant”. My job title is, and has been for the last few months: a Games Master.
By Megan Kingsbury4 years ago in Journal
