Fog season has arrived, y’all — and not outside.
Inside.
Right between the ears.

My full coffee is cold, my dog went on the floor and the article I was working on says wtrerh uiojj s hhi hd wewr ddhth v$ !! sfujuwp. jiiyhg ouou dllf zaq,fwtet.!

At least I got the punctuation right.

If your brain has been misplacing thoughts like a toddler misplaces socks, you are in the right place. This issue is dedicated to every rare neuro warrior who has walked into a room, forgotten why, walked out, remembered why, walked back in, and promptly forgotten again.

You’re not broken — you’re just operating on a “mystery difficulty setting.”

— Kit Whimsley,
Chief Fog Forecaster

People think brain fog is just “being forgetful.”
No. Forgetful is losing your keys once.
Brain fog is losing your keys, finding a spoon, dropping the spoon, then realizing you don’t even own the keys you found.

Brain fog is when:

Your brain means well. It’s trying.
But it’s basically the intern in a political office — overwhelmed, undertrained, and holding three clipboards that don’t belong to anyone.

The kitchen is where brain fog hits its peak absurdity.

You walk in with purpose.

You leave with:

Somewhere between the sink and the fridge, your brain forgets its entire mission like a spy who failed the tutorial level.

The worst part?
You’ll do the exact same thing four more times before noon.

People with rare neurological diseases need a special Lost & Found office.

Because we don’t just lose objects — we lose concepts.

Lost this week:

Found this week:

At one point I picked up an object I didn’t recognize.
It was… my shoe.

Them: “Everyone forgets things!”
Translation: “I have no idea what you’re going through, but I feel obligated to say something.”

Them: “You just need to stay organized.”
Translation: “I’ve never experienced neurological chaos.”

Them: “I lose my keys too!”
Translation: “I think this is about keys. It is not about keys.”

Them: “You should try essential oils.”
Translation: “I panicked and grabbed the first wellness suggestion I remembered.”

Brain fog is invisible, inconvenient, and wildly misunderstood — like your brain’s running Windows 95 but everyone thinks you’re on fiber internet.

Scientists have created exactly zero tests that accurately measure brain fog.
So we’ve created one.

THE RARELY SERIOUS BRAIN FOG INDEX™
Rate yourself 1–5 points for each:

Scoring:

Together, they form The Department of Internal Miscommunication, whose motto is:

You: “Where’s my phone?”
Also You: Holding phone

You: “Have you seen my glasses?”
Also You: Wearing glasses

You: “What was I doing?”
Also You: “Unclear.”

You: “I swear I just had it!”
Also You: “You absolutely did not.”

You: “This isn’t funny.”
Also You: “Actually… it is.”

Your brain fog isn’t a flaw.
It’s a full-time performance art piece.

It means you’re fighting something big and still showing up.
It means your body is rerouting power like a hurricane-hit town trying to keep the lights on.
It means you’ve adapted — brilliantly — even on days when nothing connects and the world feels heavy.

You’re still thinking.
Still showing up.
Still laughing.
Still finding a way through the haze.

That’s resilience.
That’s rare.
That’s you.

If you want the serious science behind brain fog (and why it sometimes feels like your thoughts are thick gravy), check out Texas NeuroRare — our sibling newsletter.

Your brain may be foggy, but you aren’t lost.
Your thoughts may wander, but you still find your way.
And even in the haze, you’re hilarious, brave, and wildly human.

Keep wandering.
Keep laughing.
Stay Rarely Serious.

Disclaimer:
All information in this newsletter comes from personal experiences, community stories, and our collective need to cope through humor. We are not medical professionals (shocking, we know). Always consult your healthcare provider for actual medical advice. What makes one person laugh might make another person roll their eyes—we respect both responses.

Note: All artwork is original and created with love, caffeine, and a healthy dose of medical trauma. If you like it holler.