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TL;DR:

only read it if you are feeling at least okay, mentally, I would not recommend reading it if you aren't in a good place mentally. Specific CNs/ Tw will follow.

-CN:

all kinds of mental health stuff, drug addiction/abuse, isolation due to different reasons, pandemic, loneliness, antidepressivas and sth that could be read as a psychatry like situation, symptoms of schizophrenia, losing oneself in downwards spirales of negative thoughts, no access to therapy and seeking it on social media instead, social media consumption in a harmful way, problems differing between reality and not-reality, isolation custody (might be read as a prison-like situation), heavily doubting one's own perceivings, short mention of ADHD, narrator using several different pronouns

(I hope I mentioned all of them)-

Set your story in a place where the weather never changes

“The weather never changes”, she thinks, looking through the small window at the top of her room. At this moment she isn’t sure anymore if the weather really never changes, or if they just keep setting her scene in the rain. She does not know if she is hallucinating, is it weird to assume that they – she doesn’t even know who ‘they’ are supposed to be- are manipulating the weather? Maybe she’s making all of this up, in her head, wouldn’t be surprising, as she cannot recall when her last conversation with an actual person was. This is another consequence of isolation custody, losing one’s mind, with no one else to talk to but oneself and maybe the house plant. She smiles to herself, thinking about the last point. It probably says much of her mental state that her plant, Jeremy, and she have their own daily tradition of drinking tea together, right after standing up. Well, for Jeremy it’s more of being watered with tea, something she does at the beginning and at the end of every day. This is the one thing that stuck with her, the only resemblance of a once so structured day.

Set your story in a place where the weather always changes.

“The weather changes all the time”, she thinks, looking at The Garden, surrounded by fences. At this moment she isn’t sure anymore if the weather really changes every 25 minutes, or if her feeling of time just stopped working. Wouldn't be too weird, those medicaments can have all kinds of side effects, sometimes even causing the problem it actually promised to solve. This is actually quite a head-fuckery sometimes, how on earth is he supposed to know if the meds work? When his mental state changes as often as the fucking weather. Well, depending on the situation, sometimes their mood can change within minutes, sometimes he spends days too depressed to do anything else on the couch.

This is another consequence of being mentally ill. His mind is blank, instead of actual thoughts filled with fog.

He smirks to himself, thinking about the last point. The Fog. Maybe that's the name for his new house plant. They even have a daily routine: drinking tea together, always at the full hour. Some way or the other you got to stay hydrated, don't you. According to the internet at least, which is apparently the root of all evil and the solution for the world equation at the same time. But still better than the times without internet and only old grandpas murmuring 'pull yourself together, you're not the only one with problems here'. Nowadays, he has at least Social Media, a love-hate relationship, depressing doomscrolling and surprisingly helpful advise on ADHD at the same time.

Set your story in a place where the weather never changes. At all.

“The weather never changes, like, ever”, they think, looking again through the small window at the bottom of their room. Beneath it, there are plants; long, lingering lianas, reminding them of their current mental state. At this moment they aren’t sure anymore if the weather really never changes, or if He just keeps resetting their scene in the rain. They do not know if they are hallucinating, maybe those plants are a kind of drugs? Fogging their mind, and even more relevant, their memory?

Maybe it's also the reason they drink tea all the time. That's another consequence of drug addiction, losing one’s mind, with no one else to talk to but oneself and maybe the house plant. Which hopefully isn't addictive as well. They smirk, thinking about their plant, Jeremy. It probably says much of their mental state that they and Jeremy have their own small tradition of drinking tea together, right after going to sleep. Well, for Jeremy it’s more of being watered with tea, something they do at the beginning and at the end of every day. Besides smoking, that is the one thing that stuck with them, the only resemblances of a once so structured day.

Set your story in a place where the weather never changes

“The weather never changes”, she thinks, looking through the small window at the top of her room. At this moment she isn’t sure anymore if the weather really never changes, or if they just keep setting her scene in the rain. She does not know if she is hallucinating, is it weird to assume that they – she doesn’t even know who ‘they’ are supposed to be- are manipulating the weather? Maybe she’s making all of this up, in her head, wouldn’t be surprising, as she cannot recall when her last conversation with an actual person was. This is another consequence of isolation custody, losing one’s mind, with no one else to talk to but oneself and maybe the house plant. She smiles to herself, thinking about the last point. It probably says much of her mental state that her plant, Jeremy, and she have their own daily tradition of drinking tea together, right after standing up. Well, for Jeremy it’s more of being watered with tea, something she does at the beginning and at the end of every day. This is the one thing that stuck with her, the only resemblance of a once so structured day.