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Let’s work on communicating our insecurities and feelings instead of accusing our loved ones. Making accusations can damage our relationships and isn’t fair to our loved ones.

Try saying “I’m scared I’m going to be alone” instead of “you’re going to leave me like everyone else”.

Try saying “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I feel bad about it. Is there anything I can do to help make this better?” instead of “I’m such a failure and a bad person. You shouldn’t be friends with me anymore.”

Try saying “I’m feeling really alone lately. Can we talk more?” instead of “you never talk to me. You must not care about me.”

Our loved ones can’t read our minds. No matter how obvious it might seem to us that we’re struggling, it isn’t necessarily obvious to them. And there are any number of reasons that they might not notice, or might notice and not react (such as trying to respect that they think you don’t want to talk about it and will come to them when you’re ready.)

Your feelings are valid. Your insecurities are valid. But it’s better to deal with these by seeking reassurance in healthy ways or coping mechanisms like self-soothing instead of accusing those you love of bad intentions.

There is something beautiful about being me

There is something beautiful about being me. I do not know if it is the endless amount of comfort I apply to myself like a muscle relaxer or maybe if it is the solace I find in my own company, my own mind, and conscience. Or maybe if it is the glowing brown skin adorned with artwork. Or the tireless hands who have life riddled between the palms. Sometimes, however, my mind is not a nice place to be. It whispers lies into reality and convinces me that what I see before me is more than it is. And it is not something I can run from, but rather something that has backed me into a corner and berated me. There is no running from the labyrinth of possibilities my mind lays in front of me. I wish I could count endless sheep or drown out the sound of the whispers with a repeated mantra over and over and over again, but my thoughts reign supreme. My thoughts control my day, my face, and my hands. But this mind that runs rampant throughout the day is mine to own. It is mine to claim and let it be known, there is a beauty to this madness. The beauty of seeing all sides of the same coin. Endless realities mean I do not have to be forced into one. There is beauty to owning something so wild, so dangerously quick, livid, and winding. There will always be another turn, another roundabout, or sharp right. And at the end of the day, at the end of my days, when my bones ache and my body begs for rest, there will still be my wild mind wreaking a beautiful havoc in my head.

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Just a friendly reminder that sleep is one of the most important things to learning/improving at a skill!!

Your brain literally uses sleep to move all the things you learned that day FROM temporary memory TO permanent memory.

Don't underestimate the power of Sleeping On It 🛌💤

pause. breathe in. hold. breathe out. repeat.

I love neurodivergent people and our ability to live lives that are true to ourselves despite the fact that the world around us is not always understanding or kind.

I love our communities and the way we seem to be drawn together without even realising it and create spaces that say "I see you, I hear you, I love you, and I want you to be able to be yourself here".

i love the way we can be so, so passionate about the things that are important to us and how vastly different those things can be between us!

i love that we communicate by sharing information and finding common interests!!

I love that we don't always have to talk, we can just exist and do our own thing together.

I love neurodivergent people <33

sudden urge to burst into tears. im not a toddler i just agree with their beliefs

yesterday at the game shop someone asked me when I started 3D printing. I told them a couple years ago, it was really easy to get into, sometimes I make things for commission, etc etc

then this person, this child, looked me square in the face and said "do you think it's too late for me to start? I'm almost 17..."

17

almost 17

ALMOST. SEVEN. TEEN.

when I tell you my soul left my body over this child, this mere not-even-17 year old, thinking they were already too old to start a new hobby, lemme tell you, I did not know how to respond

so i need yall to repeat after me

it is never too late to start a new hobby

it is never too late to start a new hobby!

it is never too late to start a new hobby!!

you wanna learn to crochet at 47? go off king! learn to paint at 69? nice! learn embroidery on your death bed?? it is literally never too late!! you don't even have to be good. it's absolutely wonderful to see people who are just ok or even bad at something doing that something unabashedly and at whatever age they happen to be

yall i miss websites that i used as a middle schooler like wattpad and quotev, and weheartit, but big corporate turned these fun cute quirky pages into a sad boring places. And other sites like insta, twitter, tiktok are so mainstream to use and its disappointing that the internet has changed so much and kids today wont experience the thrill of having fun online anymore :(