That's a good typo. I don't know if there's a way to rank them, but this one pleases me greatly. Full points.

I had not heard of this : (

The whole "they're throwing a tantrum to manipulate me" take is so wild yet so common!

This metaphor has legs, I'm getting worldbuilding thoughts of a place underground with people giving each other matches as signs of affection. Symbolic candle trades between organisations to build trust. Propose with your favourite flammable item.

Aw I really love the idea of giving someone a single match, no matter how brief the light it provides. Even more so because it's the receiver who decides whether or not to strike it.

Seconding big knit.

Not sure how much peace that will give me, but as far as coping mechanisms go I've seen worse.

So instead of blaming my body for doing its best to function under the circumstances, I am trying to see this as an opportunity to collaborate. To pick up where it left off and continue the process with my waking mind.

But my dreams don't hold any keys to the identity I'm trying to preserve. It's just half-digested information that my subconscious put in the recycling bin. If I leave it untouched, I'll forget it.

My anxiety interferes with recall of past events, and this overwriting function feels like it's taking away the integrity of what moments I'm able to hold on to. It feels unfair.