For a long time, I thought in was “too much”.
Too intense. Too quirky. Too sensitive.
Too structured an chaotic at the same time.
Too… me.
Friendship felt like walking a tightrope:
Trying to show just enough without being “too weird”. And when I couldn’t make anymore, I often disappeared – because rejection after unmasking hurts in a different way.
But something changed when I started understanding myself.
As I found a language for my neurodivergence, I also found people who got it.
People who don’t need explanations for my quiet days. Who don’t question why I repeat certain phrases or why change makes me anxious. People who hold space instead of trying t fix me.
Sometimes it’s one old friend.
Sometimes it’s a group chat that feels like home. Sometimes it’s s stranger online who shares the same “weird little thing”.
These connections – big or small – matter deeply.
Because when you find people who see your soul and not just your surface, friendship becomes a place where you can finally exhale.
So here’s to the friends who feel like soft blankes and belly laughs. Who meet us where we are, and love us in the ways we didn’t know we deserved.
You’re not too much.
You were just waiting for the right people.
Until next time – stay messy, mindful and magical. ✨
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