Yesterday someone asked why i go quiet in arguments and it took me a whole day to answer honestly. because quiet was safe where i grew up. because loud voices meant something was about to break, and i decided young that if i just got small enough, invisible enough, agreeable enough, the storm would pass over me. so i got real good at disappearing mid-conversation. good at nodding. good at "it's fine" when nothing was fine. and here's the part i'm still sitting with: i carried that survival skill straight into relationships with people who never raised their voice at all. people who would've listened. people who asked real questions and waited for real answers. and i still shut the door, still went silent, still managed the temperature of every room like it was my job. that's not a personality trait. that's a childhood still running the software. and the wildest thing about healing is realizing some of the things you hate most about yourself were once the smartest moves you had. i'm not broken. i was adapting. now i'm learning to stay in the room when it gets loud — or when it gets honest, which is somehow louder.
In this life, i have loved and been loved, lost items i wish i could have held on to, missed people and memories, believed in people and trust that i shouldn't, fallen and made mistakes, carried pain i didn't see coming.
Nonetheless in the middle of all the highs and lows, something never changed, i continued learning.
There's a lesson in every experience, and the lessons will help make me into who i want to be.
YOUR FRIENDS MAY SAVE YOU IN WAYS THEY NEVER REALISE.
One dangerous thing about divorce is isolation.
Especially for men whose wife was also their closest friend.
Suddenly there is nobody to call at 10 p.m.
That's why men need meaningful relationships outside romance.
A brother.
A friend.
A mentor.
A pastor.
A counsellor.
Someone who can hear: “I'm not doing well tonight.”
Men, build brotherhood before the storm.
Because sometimes the strongest sentence a man can say is: “I need someone to talk to.”
Why is everyone nowadays depressed
every generation had their fair share of ups and downs but this generation of people is self destructive
Can someone help me understand why people are doing worse now
I opened my laptop to do something important.
The screen came on.
I stared at it.
My brain went completely blank.
Then, somehow, I remembered an embarrassing conversation from 2017.
Not the task.
Not the password.
Not why I opened the laptop.
2017.
Thank you, ADHD.
I used to fill every spare moment so I wouldn’t have to feel anything.
Now I leave some empty on purpose.
The feelings still come, but they don’t own the whole day.