I cried not because everything is sad and horrible and I feel lost, but because I forgive myself. I did my best in a difficult situation and people got hurt as expected, but I forgive myself instead of letting myself spiral into self blame and -hate.
It’s not easy being neurodivergent. I forgive myself, and I’m proud of having the strength to do so.
to everyone who’s responded to this post with “people are terrible” and “people who call themselves good are bad” and “everyone i’ve ever met is awful”
this post is for you specifically
i know we all hate reading comprehension on tumblr dot hell, but this post is not about other people. it’s not about the people who have hurt you, or saved you, or the ones you’ve met or those who you’ve invented in your head
this post is about you
if you cannot find evidence of the goodness around you, if you are jaded and your existence is miserable and you truly believe no one has ever showed you kindness, then this post is for and about you
you can’t control the actions of other people. you can’t make people show you kindness in the ways you want to receive it. if you look for proof of your version of kindness in the people who surround you, and can’t find it, you can decide it doesn’t exist
or you can be your own proof of concept
you are not special
there are at least hundreds of thousands of people who are just like you
so if you can choose to show other kindness - if you can bite back your temper and hold the door open for others and overtip and compliment strangers - then that is proof that hundreds of thousands of people, who are just like you, are capable of doing the same and likely are doing the same
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again
the simplest way to increase the number of kind people in the world is to be one
Anonymous
