Life lately a quiet fighters update

🌿 Life Lately: A Quiet Fighter’s Update

It’s been a lot lately. And honestly? I’m tired—but I’m still here, still trying, still fighting quietly.

The past few weeks have felt like living inside a pressure cooker. Between work stress, prepping for bankruptcy to finally breathe again, health flares, and just the weight of existing as an autistic, anxious millennial in this loud world… it’s been overwhelming. Some mornings, before my feet even hit the floor, everything already feels loud and heavy.

My health has been a maze of high blood pressure numbers, chest tightness, weird heart rate spikes, and nights where sleep feels impossible. The sleep apnea, insomnia, and random buzzing sensations through my body don’t help either. And the sensory overload? Still there. Three streets over, a truck backup beeper sounds like it’s right beside me, even with earplugs shoved in.

Emotionally, it’s been messy. There are moments of laughter—like that meltdown‑level giggle fit at work when I thought a customer said something completely wild. But there are also moments I just want to disappear under my weighted blanket, hug my stuffed beaver Buc‑ee, and forget the world exists. The guilt, frustration, and exhaustion all pile up, but somehow I keep going.

The bankruptcy process feels like peeling off an old, stubborn bandage: painful, scary, but necessary. Printing statements, gathering tax returns, sorting through every financial detail—it’s draining, yet there’s hope hiding underneath. Maybe after this, I can finally start fresh. Breathe a little easier.

What keeps me grounded are my special interests: reading about classic cars, collecting old coins, getting lost in history. They remind me that I’m more than my stress. And I’m learning (slowly) to show myself the same patience I try to give others. On rough nights, wrapping up in my weighted blanket, stimming with my Nee Doh cube, or just whispering “You got this” to myself can be enough to get through.

Writing this, I realize how much weight I carry quietly. But maybe that quiet doesn’t mean weak. Maybe it means resilient. And if you’re reading this, thank you for being here. Truly. We don’t talk enough about how hard just existing can be—and if you feel that too, I hope you know you’re not alone.

Everything will be alright. You got this. And so do I.

💚 Caleb
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