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You ever wake up one morning and realize you’ve been rushing through life without actually living it? That’s what this November felt like for me. A quiet, almost gentle reminder that the things I label as “normal” are actually miracles I’ve just grown used to. I found myself thanking God more often this month not because something huge happened, but because I finally slowed down enough to notice the small things He’s been doing all along. The breath in my lungs. The mornings I rise without pain.

I didn’t grow up in a perfect family. My dad was abusive, often drunk, and mostly absent. My mum held us together, raising me and my younger sister through it all; I’ll always be grateful for her. By the time my sister was born, she experienced the worst of him in ways I had already survived. The pain she carries hasn’t healed. My father got older, found Jesus, and reconciled with my mum. They’re okay now. But my sister refuses to forgive him. I get it. Forgiveness isn’t easy. It’s not flipping

I’ve realized something lately: not everyone is naturally kind. A lot of people only show kindness when they know they’ll get something back attention, praise, favors, whatever. And that’s just how some people are. But for me, I’m learning to be kind without expecting anything in return. It feels good when kindness comes back, but that can’t be the reason I give it. If I only show kindness when it benefits me, then I’m not really choosing kindness… I’m choosing a trade. People always say, “build

So… I actually went to church yesterday. 😅 A friend of mine has been inviting me for months, and I finally said “why not?” I haven’t been to church in years mostly because I’ve never really liked the whole idea of organized religion or the atmosphere. But today felt different. The pastor talked about how God loves us, no matter what we’ve done or where we’ve been. It wasn’t one of those guilt-heavy sermons it was simple, kind, and honestly comforting. For the first time in a long while, I didn’

Just a few pages in, and this book already has me hooked. One line that really stood out: He quotes: "All happiness in life is just the gap between expectations and circumstances. The person who has everything but wants even more feels poorer than the person who has little but wants nothing else." It’s such a simple yet powerful reminder about perspective, gratitude, and what it truly means to live richly. Excited to keep reading and see what other insights this book has to offer.

Today’s the day. The pumpkins are glowing, kids are hyped on sugar, and the air just feels different like the world decided to loosen up and play pretend for a night. There’s something about Halloween that always feels a little bittersweet the excitement of costumes, the thrill of the eerie, but also that quiet reminder that the year’s almost ending. It’s joy, creativity, and a touch of melancholy all wrapped into one evening. Whether you’re going out, handing out candy, staying in with movies,

Lately, I’ve caught myself talking out loud a lot. I used to do it as a kid, stopped for years, and then, about a year ago, it quietly returned. Now it’s part of my daily rhythm. I’ve caught myself talking out loud a lot. I used to do it as a kid, stopped for years, and then, about a year ago, it quietly returned. Now it’s part of my daily rhythm. I talk myself through tasks. I rehearse conversations. I vent. I comfort myself. Sometimes it feels grounding like I’m sorting chaos into order just b

When I was younger, I didn’t really understand why hobbies mattered so much to me. Most people around me treated them like “just something you do for fun.” But for me, they were how I stayed grounded especially on days when the world felt too loud or too confusing to process. Back then, my thing was fixing old radios. I could sit for hours, just tinkering — rewiring circuits, matching frequencies, listening to that soft hum come back to life. It wasn’t just about the radio; it was about control.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how masculinity was taught especially for those of us who grew up before Gen Z started changing the conversation. Millennial men were told to “man up.” Don’t cry. Don’t talk about feelings. Don’t depend on anyone. And that mindset quietly wrecked so many of us. I see it all the time: men struggling with burnout, mental health, relationships, sensory overload — but staying silent. Even in the autism community, a lot of men mask their pain because vulnerability still

I don’t want to think of life as something we just live and pass through. I like to see it as something we give a chance to create purpose in everything we do. Personally, I believe there’s a God who created each of us for a reason, and that belief shapes how I see my role as a parent. Watching my children grow, I often find myself imagining their future who they’ll become, what they’ll do, and how I can help them get there. My husband always shares this story about Bill Gates: how his success d

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve put one Taylor Swift song on repeat until the hours blurred together. For me, it’s All Too Well (10 Minute Version). When I’m overwhelmed, anxious, or overstimulated, looping that song feels like building a small protective cocoon around myself. Every lyric, every note, every shift in her voice becomes familiar so familiar that the chaos of the world outside fades away. This is what obsession looks like for me. People sometimes think it’s strange or “too mu

Okay, so we all know the “normal” sleep tips: weighted blankets, lavender sprays, white noise… yada yada. But what about the weird ones? Here’s mine: When my brain refuses to shut off at night, I’ll put on a super casual YouTube video — the kind where it’s just friends hanging out, talking about nothing important, maybe playing a silly game. Then I imagine I’m sitting quietly in the corner, part of the group but not pressured to say a word. It feels like being invisible in the coziest way, safe,

Let's talk about something we often keep to ourselves: it's okay not to feel okay. There are days when I'm far from okay. Days when my thoughts spin in endless circles, creating a static buzz in my brain that I can't silence. Days when my body is a bundle of tension, my words stumble or disappear, and my heart feels weary. But through it all, I keep whispering to myself: "One day, I'll be okay." Not "healed." Not "mended." Not "less autistic." Just... okay. At peace. Comfortable in my skin. I of

Why do people act like eye contact = honesty? I’ve lost count of the number of times someone has said, “Look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you,” as if that’s the only way to prove I’m paying attention. I’m autistic. Eye contact isn’t neutral for me. It’s intense. Overwhelming. Sometimes even painful. When I force myself to stare into someone’s eyes, I don’t hear half of what they’re saying because my brain is busy screaming, “Too much! Too close! Too exposed!” I actually listen better when

Hey everyone! I wanted to share some info about the Blue Envelope Program, which is designed to help people with autism (and other communication challenges) have safer, less stressful interactions with police—especially during traffic stops. I’ve been looking into which states are part of this program, since it’s been expanding a lot lately. Here’s what I found: What is the Blue Envelope Program? It’s a safety initiative where drivers with autism or communication difficulties keep their importan