What if love wasn't about proving you're "normal" enough to be wanted? What if disabled and neurodivergent people aren't unlovable — just misled? This isn't a "date within your pool' post. It's a dismantling of the entire idea that anyone doesn't belong.

Some days, i don't feel human; just tired unfocused, and outside myself. These aren't healing tools. They're the ones that help me reconnect, even in survival mode

We've been treating difference like a disorder. But maybe the real issue isn't in our brains — it's in how we decided "normal" was the goal

I almost didn't buy these. Thought they were just aesthetic or overhyped. But they turned out to be small things that quietly shifted my day when I needed it most

Not every day feels empowering. Some days in want to throw it all away. These are the tools that help me stay in it; not to thrive, just not to quit.

I wasn't broken. I was overloaded. My nervous system was tapped out, and the world wouldn't shut up. This isn't a list of miracle fixes; just a few quiet tools that helped me turn the volume down enough just to hear myself again.

These books didn't fix me; they gave me words. They helped me name the things I thought I had to carry alone. Some were personal. Some were painful. All of them helped.

Burnout wasn't just exhausting me-- it started erasing me. I wasn't lazy. I wasn't ungrateful. I was carrying too much with too little for too long. This isn't a list of miracle cures. It's a breakdown of five things that actually helped me feel human again-- without forcing me to fake positivity or pretend i was "better." If you're mentally fogged out, emotionally drained, or just tired of surviving, this post is for you.