Your Calmer Mind

27/06/2025

Breathe like the only job you have today is to stay soft inside the storm.

22/06/2025

🧠💔 Neurodivergence & Grief: A Different Kind of Heartbreak

Grief doesn’t follow a script.
And for neurodivergent minds, it rarely fits the “expected” pattern.

✨ You might:

Ruminate deeply on memories long after others have “moved on”

Feel numb instead of sad—and wonder if that’s “wrong”

Crave structure in the chaos of loss—or reject it entirely

Mask your pain until burnout hits

Feel everything, all at once—and then nothing for days

This doesn’t mean you’re grieving wrong.
It means you’re grieving your way.

🌱 Let’s honour ALL ways of grieving—slow, fast, loud, silent, spiraling, or still.

You don’t have to explain your grief to anyone.
You just have to be kind to the way it moves through you.

07/04/2025

Realising another of Rachel’s wishes - every young person (and young person at heart) now receives a complimentary after their assessment. Thank you to all of the lovely kin that supported this directly and indirectly to make Rachy’s legacy possible. You will not be forgotten and your support has been truly immeasurable. 🥹💙🙏

15/10/2023

Finishing my research project for clin masters over the next few weekends so had to get the dopamine going 🎶🪩🕺

11/10/2023

Big changes afoot in the business next year- stay tuned! 🥳

11/10/2023

Never too old for toys 🧸

16/09/2023

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16/09/2023

A tidy of the courtyard entrance today 😊

14/09/2023

This 💯

💜 Indeed! It’s a coping mechanism. 💜

07/09/2023

No words- just love 💕 ❤️

04/09/2023

Shared by a close and trusted friend ❤️

ON THE DAY I DIE ...

On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.

On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.

All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.
The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.

The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.

All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.

My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.
My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.

All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.
Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen.

On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
And so knowing this, while I am still alive I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very precious—and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it.

I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.

Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.
It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.
Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you believe matters, because on the day you die, much of it simply won’t.
Yes, you and I will die one day.

But before that day comes: let us live.

🖋Author|John Pavlovitz

🎨Artist|Bettina Baldassari

25/08/2023

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