One of the weirdest parts of being neurodivergent is knowing exactly what you’re supposed to do socially while having absolutely no instinct telling you to do it
Some people don’t love you. They love what you do for them. They’ll drain your energy, then pour it into everyone except the person who actually showed up.
You can grow so used to chaos that peace feels suspicious at first. The unsettling part of self-awareness is realising certain coping mechanisms functioned perfectly; they simply lost value once the danger passed.