I have always hated being asked to read aloud, and to this day I still stumble over words, mix things up, and feel anxious when I have to read in front of other people. As a kid, I would count the students and paragraphs ahead of me so I could secretly practice the section I…
Tag: sadness
I Need Some Advice
I recently wrote a blog about burnout, neurodiversity, and the realisation that much of my career was shaped by not knowing I was autistic. In it, I share the burnout cycle that repeatedly derailed my career and offer some thoughts for employers on how they can better support neurodivergent employees before burnout becomes a problem….
I Wish I Could Borrow That Skill
For years, I thought being oblivious would be wonderful. I’ve always had big feelings, and when I see injustice, tragedy, or suffering, it doesn’t just affect my day—it can stay with me for years. I never understood how some people could watch something heartbreaking on the news, acknowledge it, and then continue with their lives….
Where Emotions Live
I recently realised that I don’t just feel emotions emotionally—I feel them physically in different parts of my body. Fear and anxiety live in my chest and stomach, while stress settles into my shoulders and jaw until they tighten and ache. Happiness feels completely different, starting in my chest and radiating outward until everything seems…
Can I Please Stop Feeling Everything?
I don’t just notice other people’s emotions—I absorb them. When someone is upset, my brain immediately starts trying to figure out how to fix the situation, even when nobody asked me to. I know the healthy thing is usually to listen, offer support, and let people have their feelings, but I find that incredibly difficult….
Why Do They Hurt?
We spend our entire lives making memories, yet I often find myself avoiding my happiest ones. When my family reminisces about our Disney trip, camping adventures, swimming in the ocean, or our travels together, I love hearing the stories and remembering the joy with them. But when I stumble into those memories on my own,…
The Sound of Bare Feet
Today I was hanging up my fluffy housecoat when I noticed a little nightie on the shelf that my mother-in-law made for my daughter when she was around seven years old. Seeing it made me cry because suddenly I could hear her little bare feet on hardwood floors, a little voice calling for me, and…
A Pile of Pebbles
I lean on my husband for a lot because he has always been the calm one when I’m overwhelmed, burnt out, or falling apart. He’s the person who reminds me we’re going to be okay and somehow always seems strong enough to carry both of us when I can’t carry myself. Lately, though, I can…
