Building Resilience
- I Don’t Always Say Things, But I Think a Lot
Sometimes people think I’m quiet. I’m not quiet. I’m just… thinking. My Brain Is Busy When you see a cloud, you see a cloud. When I see a cloud, I see a dragon eating marshmallows. When you see a worm, you see dirt. I see “Sir Wiggles the Third.” My brain is always making stories. It’s kind of loud in there. Just… - When I Say I’m Fine, Here’s What I Mean
It’s My Default Answer People ask how I’m doing almost every day. A friend will ask between classes, a teacher will pause before starting a lesson, and Mama will check in while she’s cooking dinner. Most of the time, I smile and say, “I’m fine.” It’s not a lie. But it’s not the full picture either. What I really mean is that I’m handling what’s in front of me,… - What We’ve Learned About Listening (After Years of Not)
Still twins. Slightly better communicators. Mello: Let’s be honest—just because we’ve known each other our entire lives doesn’t mean we’ve always known how to hear each other. Or anyone else, really. Marsh: Listening is a whole skill set. It’s not the “sit silently while you zone out” thing teachers talk about. It’s way messier. It took us a long time (and… - Twin Life: Quiet Doesn’t Mean Passive
Marsh: Everyone’s always like, “Omg you’re twins?? You must be exactly the same!” 🙄 Hard no. I’m full send, max volume. Mello’s more…silent ninja mode. Mello: I prefer “stealth genius,” thanks. Marsh: Sure. But real talk — people see quiet kids and think they’re AFK or something. Like, hello?? He’s just charging. Mello: Facts. I’m not passive. I’m processing. Also, I clock everything. Even when I’m… - Why Sitting Next to Mom Feels Better Than a Hug Sometimes
Hugs are nice. They are squishy and warm and smell like laundry and soup. But sometimes, I don’t want a hug. Sometimes, I just want to sit next to Mom. And not say anything. When My Feelings Are Too Big Sometimes I feel mad. Or weird. Or kind of like a balloon that’s too full but not popping. That’s…
