Psychology & Neurodiversity

I want a business partner but I feel like nobody is gonna be as passionate and dedicated as me

John Locke once asked a fascinating question:

If you woke up tomorrow with no memories, would you still be you?

Maybe our identity isn't just our past.
Maybe it's the values we'd choose all over again.

(Nothing's quite enough, when I know that to get it, I BEGGED 💔) Hey y'all today's vibe might be a little Debbie downer. (BUT I SHALL TRY MY BEST TO DELIVER IT IN GOOD SPIRITS LIKE USUAL 😤🫶) Today's topic honestly idk what's the best word I can use to describe it. Anxiety? Overthinking? I think we will just stick to those two for now.( I had other words in mind, BUT I FORGOT it BY THE TIME I FINISHED MY DAILY MAKEUP 💄 ROUTINE 🤣) #MEMORY LOSS !!

One thing I realized, is that you can have all the anxiety in the world 🌍 that makes you overthink and overanalyze. But it's not another person's problem 💞 you can't constantly be asking for reassurance like 24/7 (GET A LIFE POOKIE😭💕)Sure the other person can do you a solid and comfort you respectfully, but everything has a limit. Someone with anxious attachment style will never feel like everything is good. A quick shift in tone, will send that person down in spiral. My words for those anxious folks today (JUST CUZ YOU HAVE ANXIETY 🫪 DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO SHARE THAT WITH THOSE WHO ARE AROUND YOU 🙄) Sometimes you just have to work on yourself, by yourself to be better. (It feels low-key ironic rn since I was talking about dependency yesterday 🤣😅) But that's THE MOOD I WOKE UP WITH 😎, COME FIGHT ME IN THE COMMENTS 😏 LOL toodooles ~

Try being happy and grateful consciously, otherwise your hurt will take you in a never ending sadness and hopelessnes.

Yesterday gave you experience.
Today is your opportunity to try.
Tomorrow will show the results.
Use yesterday's experience to make the most of today, and you'll achieve success tomorrow.

Someone once asked me,
"Why do people become so defensive?"
Perhaps because not every shield is protecting pride.
Sometimes it's protecting a wound.
The Qur'an taught me to look twice before judging a reaction.
A harsh reply may hide fear. Silence may hide grief. Anger may be covering shame.
The Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) never treated every heart as if it carried the same story.
He listened. He understood. He responded with wisdom.
Maybe emotional intelligence isn't becoming an expert at reading people.
Maybe it's remembering that only Allah truly knows what a heart is carrying.
And that reminder alone can make us a little gentler with one another.

When I say my love language is a physical touch "but you hate people touching you" that's exactly why it's my love language.
It's reserved for people I truly love and feel the most comfortable.

Love isn't about completing each other. It's about witnessing each other.
We grow up believing love means finding someone who fills our gaps, fixes our loneliness, makes us whole. But that puts an unfair weight on another person asking them to be the missing piece of a puzzle only we can solve.
The truth is gentler than that, and maybe more beautiful too.
Real love isn't two half-people merging into one. It's two whole people choosing to walk together anyway through boredom, through bad days, through the versions of each other that aren't photogenic or easy. It's showing up for someone not because you need them to survive, but because their presence makes life feel a little more worth living.
To love someone well, you first have to know yourself that your wounds, your patterns, the things you're still healing from. Not because you need to be "perfect" before you deserve love, but because self-awareness lets you love from a place of choice, not desperation. You stop asking "will they leave me" and start asking "how can I show up for them today."
And here's the part that often gets missed: real love makes room for imperfection. It doesn't demand a flawless partner or a flawless version of yourself. It says I see your mess, I see mine too, and I still want to build something here. That's not weakness. That's courage.
Maybe love was never meant to rescue us. Maybe it was just meant to remind us we don't have to carry everything alone.

"People don't always change,they become comfortable showing who they really are."

Day 6 on Jamaa~

Last night, I had a dream that brought back old painful memories from my childhood. When I woke up, I realized those feelings were still deeply buried inside me. As I started writing about it, I cried, and my chest felt tight. It made me wonder if my heart is finally beginning to process wounds that I have carried for many years.

In the dream, I was being neglected by the people around me. It made me realize that this may be one of the reasons why I rarely ask anyone for help, even during the hardest moments of my life.

What does it mean when you dream about old trauma and unresolved childhood pain? Can dreams be a way for our minds to process emotions that we’ve buried for a long time?

After that, I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, my heart felt lighter, as if I had finally set down one of the burdens I had been carrying for so long.