Every morning starts with a promise: just one cup of coffee. But then the inbox fills up, the to-do list multiplies, and each new task whispers, “You deserve another.” Before I know it, there’s a small ceramic army of mugs on my desk and my heart is racing faster than my thoughts. It’s not just…
You weren’t “faking it.”You were surviving it. The quiet masking. The forced eye contact. The holding in stims. The painful small talk. The sensory overload with a smile. It wasn’t a performance.It was protection. But now?Now you’re peeling back the layers.Now you’re letting the stims out. Wearing the headphones. Saying “no thank you” to parties…
Your brain works differently. So does your heart.These aren’t surface-level questions.They’re for the parts of you that feel everything.The parts that don’t always have words.No pressure to answer. Just… notice what stirs.
Rejection sensitivity is sneaky.It doesn’t need big drama. Sometimes, it only takes a pause. I send a message, nothing fancy, just confirming plans. Hours pass. No reply. And suddenly my brain is running a full season of “Reasons They Secretly Hate Me.” I replay the last conversation. I analyze every emoji. I convince myself silence…
The world calls it “too much.” Too intense. Too obsessive. But what they call obsession, we call focus – the kind that moves mountains. Neurodivergent brains can fall so deeply into a subject that hours disappear. And yes, sometimes that looks impractical from the outside. But inside? It’s pure creation. It’s discovery. It’s the kind…
ADHD + object permanence means if I can’t see it, it basically doesn’t exist.Groceries? Forgotten in drawers.Bills? “Organized” in folders, never to be seen again.That one “safe spot”? A black hole. The fridge is the worst offender. I tuck things away thinking, “This will stay fresh here, I’ll remember.” But my brain works like: Out…
Saturday mornings are their own kind of magic.The week has been full – alarms, appointments, school runs, deadlines, and all the little fires that need putting out before you can even catch your breath. By the time Saturday rolls around, the body and brain are carrying a weight you didn’t even notice stacking up day…
Bedtime in our house never starts on time, and honestly, that’s usually on me. My brain keeps saying “just one more thing” until suddenly it’s way later than I planned. When we finally get moving, everyone has their own rhythm. One child thrives on a solid routine: teeth, medicine, pulling on tomorrow’s clothes because it…
Some days, my energy feels like a phone at 2%.Every ping, every small talk, every “Mom, look!” drains me a little faster. Coffee doesn’t fix that.But sometimes it feels like it plugs me in just enough to make it through. One cup = enough to nod through small talk.Two cups = errands and appointments feel…
The car clean-out trap.It always starts with the best of intentions: grab a trash bag, pick up a few things, done in five minutes. But then I find a single sock.And a granola bar wrapper that looks… vintage.And suddenly, I’m knee-deep in a full-blown excavation, like an archaeologist uncovering layers of my past road trips….
