I’ve started appreciating days where nothing dramatic happens. no bad news, no stressful interactions, no overwhelming thoughts. just a normal, quiet day where everything is calm. those are the days that actually feel like rest.
If I were pregnant and informed that my fetus had Down syndrome I would absolutely abort. No amount of social media romanticizing of profound disability would change my mind. Contrary to popular opinion, you need more than love to care for a disabled child.
I have no interest in being around people who assign malicious intent to every mistake. If grace is reserved for no one, not even the people in your life, I can only imagine how harshly you judge strangers
i enjoy the simple things in life like sleeping, daydreaming, ignoring reality, listening to music, being delusional, spending money & eating fruits.