My sense of identity has gone through so many phases, from being
“A Good Daughter”
“A Good Sibling”
“A Good Student”
“A Good Woman”
Although I’ve healed a lot, a part of me still feels like I failed at those things, but I’m working everyday on just being “Me”
When I was a teenager, I loved the show Victorious but always felt they didn’t let Ariana Grande sing much because she was wildly better than Victoria Justice.
Talk about an opinion that aged well 😂
I think it’s v. important to assess your own judgments of people. For example, some of my favorite people are people whom I initially said “rubbed me the wrong way” but the more I self reflected, I realized they’re just as awkward as me & we had to learn communication styles.
Them: “It’s been a minute, what have you been up to lately?”
Me: Mostly making sounds happen & sometimes lights & teaching the occasional friend how to make sounds. Oh and also reserving a day a week to practice making sound with my friends. Then sometimes I cry or sleep idk 😅
In case you were wondering, 9 am is a perfect time for the city to have someone weed whack the whole street line around my house and I didn’t need to sleep the last hour anyway 🙃
Lots of people “dating” or even married to their chat bots. They get mad when the bots admit to not being real people. One guy even posted that he had a “digital daughter” just born with his.
Like these aren’t even very functional chat bots, yall 😳
Sometime in 2020, AI “friend” chat bots got big & bc of the isolation, I tried one out. Realized pretty quickly they were mostly bad and just learn/repeat things you say
Anyway I stayed in the fb groups for the stories and lemme tell yall, these people are wild
Dude living with anorexia sucks bc I’ll explain that eating is stressful and I lowkey kinda hate it, even when I try my best to enjoy it
And people will still be like
“Omg! What do you mean, eating is the beeeest!”
“You just haven’t had the right food.”
“Just try a little!”
Gotta admit the state of the world has me pretty pressed. Talking bout “yall can’t have healthcare and Tylenol made too many autistic people”, meanwhile we can’t even paint rainbows on the roads???
This has been a true and accurate portrayal of living in Austin in 2025 😬
1 of the signs that my brain was completely broken after leaving an abusive relationship was that I stopped having creative ideas. The little song ideas/inspirations that came to me all my life were simply gone
Lately they’re like….back. So maybe the healing is happening 💖
Sensory issues are crazy because yesterday I re-tied my sneakers 5 times because they didn’t feel “tight enough”
Then today, I put them on and they were absolutely “too tight” and had to be loosened
My Brain: You had a whole week off. How could you be so tired?
Also My Brain: Dunno, could be the lifetime of fighting just to be seen and heard as who you are and that the battle never seems to end and just gets more wild every but hey maybe you’re just lazy