Psychology & Neurodiversity

183K views · 7.9K reactions | Home 🪽 Narrated by TheFallenPoet. My house won't have shouting, slamming doors, or someone lying awake waiting for the next argument. It won't have fear living in the walls or anger sitting at the table. Some of us didn't grow up in a home — we grew up in a storm. And we made a quiet promise to ourselves that it would end with us. My house will feel safe. My house will be a home. 📕 By the way, I did write a poetry book called Between Heaven & Earth. It's a collection of poems about love, heartbreak, loneliness, inner struggles, healing, and the quiet journey of understanding yourself and life along the way. If you'd like to read it, comment "Book" and I'll send you the link. #poetry #healing #childhoodtrauma #breakingcycles #home | Zen Neor

1.1K reactions · 186 shares | 🌱 I loved so deep, with childlike wonder. The world punished me for it. So I learned the lesson it was teaching me. Love safer. Protect yourself at all cost. 🎨 That punishment hardened me. I stopped flowing with life. Started bracing for impact before impact ever came. I brace so hard that I brace against the good things too. I didn’t just block the pain. I blocked the love that was already standing right in front of me. 🔥 I was called weird. Even though I never thought I was. But hearing it enough times meant I had to calibrate. So I tried becoming smaller. Easier to love. Shying away from my true identity just to be tolerated. Turns out weird was never the problem. Inauthenticity was. 💚 My love is the same as my hyperfixations. All or nothing. It overwhelms people or it disappears completely. Nothing in between. Nothing they can feel. Either way they walk away thinking I never loved them at all. I loved them the hardest in the moments they couldn’t see it. 🗣️ I performed love instead of speaking it. Said what they needed to hear, further diluting who I was. The moment I stopped, I finally met a stranger. That stranger was me. The inner child that just wanted belonging. 👁️ We are the observers and curators of our own stories. The story I told myself was one of danger. Control. Vigilance. Not because it was true, but because it kept me safe. That was the illusion. Blinding me from the beauty and love that’s in front of me. 🌌 The world I see is me. I pushed the world away as separation feels safer because it gives distance. But there was never real separation. We don’t need understanding from the world. We only need to understand it. The world I see is my own subconscious. A mirror. To welcome love from it, I had to love myself within. And once I did, that became a light other people could finally see. If this sounds like you, please like and share and follow and help me, spread light. Remember, you are unlimited. Peace and Love ✌️❤️ #neurodivergent #adhdproblems #masking #autismlove #relatable | Lester’s ADHD Lab