Different is not broken

When I watched All the Bright Places, I didn’t just see a film—I saw a mirror. It reminded me how differently neurodivergent and neurotypical people experience the world.

Too often, success is measured by visible milestones: grades, jobs, promotions, social achievements. Neurotypical people may believe that with enough motivation, encouragement, or love, anyone can “fix” their struggles. But neurodivergence is not a wound to be healed—it is a way of being.

Take trauma as an example. Many assume that once the threat is gone, recovery should be quick. “Enough time has passed, why aren’t you better yet?” But healing doesn’t follow a neat timeline. Safety outside doesn’t always mean safety inside.

For neurodivergent individuals, progress often looks different: managing anxiety, finding joy in small routines, surviving another day. These victories are quieter, less visible, but no less important.

Some truths stand out sharply:

  • Different is not broken.
  • Love is not a cure, it is a bridge.
  • Healing is not about time passed, but about safety felt.
  • The world is not one size fits all—it is many sizes, many shapes, many colors.

Films like All the Bright Places remind us of the loneliness of being misunderstood, but also the possibility of connection when someone truly listens. They challenge us to rethink what we call “normal” and to recognize that every mind experiences the world in its own way.

So I leave this thought open-ended: Can we learn to see difference not as failure, but as another way of being human?

Pawn

In chess who is a pawn, what do you think?
Could it someday become a Bishop or a Queen?
Yes, it holds the power to take down the King!
Or is it merely a lost soldier, longing to go home?
Oh yeah! It’s up to him to transform into anything!
While the King, who runs the show, maybe powerless to do so!

Swing Route Home

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In Silence – invoking peace

Photo credits unknown

On the shore of time,
My existence bleeds.
The cacophony of voices
Drown my senses.
Directionless, rollercoaster.
Much-hyped choices.
Ruthless ambition.
Hedonic treadmill…
Unending demands for control.
I let go; the need to let go.
I let go.
In silence.
Invoking peace.

फासले हैं अभी ख्वाबों की तामीलों में

Photo credits: मोनिका

बहलाते हैं ख़ुदको हम,
अजब अटखेलियों से,
तवज्जोह कहां है हमारी,
ख़ुद अपनी जरूरतों पे?
सीमित किए अपने दायरे,
खु़द-से, यूंही!
जकड़ी अपनी उड़ान,
रिश्तों की ज़ंजीरों से!

वो कहां अपने हुए हैं अभी, यारों?
फासले हैं ख्वाबों की तामीलों में।

शायद एक दिन होंगे हम,
उनके, रफ़ीकों में शामिल,
खुलेंगे मेरे नसीब, शायद,
क्यूं बहलाते हैं खुदको,
खोकली दलीलों से?
फासले हैं अब भी
ख्वाबों की तामीलों में!

महफिल के बाद सन्नाटे फिर सताएंगे!

Picture credits:Monika

जो भरे हैं जाम, वो छलक ही जाएंगे,
महफिल के बाद सन्नाटे फिर सताएंगे!
ऊंची आवाज़ करके लाख़ छुपाएं,
हम, ज़हन की खामोशी को,
ऊंची आवाज़ करके लाख़ छुपाएं,
हम, ज़हन की खामोशी को,
सिले हैं लब, पर आंसू सैलाब बन जायेंगे,
महफिल के बाद सन्नाटे फिर सताएंगे!
कशमकश खुद से चल रही,
क्या खोया, क्या पाया, टटोल रही,
हिसाब में कमज़ोर ही थी, ताउम्र,
न जाने नियामतें पायेंगे, यां ठोकरें खाएंगे,
महफिल के बाद सन्नाटे फिर सताएंगे!

जाने क्या ढूंढती हैं मेरी निगाहें?
तलाशती हूं कहां ख़ुदका वजूद?
बीते कल के जनाज़े को कहां दफनाएंगे?
कुछ याद हो तो ही उसे भुलाएंगे!
भला ख़ाली पन्ने से क्या मिटाएंगे?
महफिल के बाद सन्नाटे साथ निभायेंगे!
ये सन्नाटे अब मेरे दोस्त बन जायेंगे!

Vo shyam kuchh ajeeb thi

Vo shyam kuchh ajeeb thi, yeh shyam bhi ajeeb hai…
What seemed to be a pleasant journey,
Was a bumpy ride.
I was hoping for a greater pastures and bluer skies,
Was slowly adjusted to things,
Began to comply.
Losing the identity.
Not knowing who to rely.

As I look back at
What my journey was about…
All I see is
Immense pain and shattering grief
And as I move on, I know,
For sure I now know…
Vo shyam kuch ajeeb thi!
Yeh shyam bhi ajeeb hai!

Vo kal bhi pass pass thi,
Vo aaj bhi Kareeb hai.

Yes,  for what we seek is within!

क्षणभंगुर जीवन-खेल

समय के खेल में,
मुसाफिर सारे हैं।
मझधार में ही तलाशते,
जाने कौन किनारे हैं?
माटी से निकाले हैं,
माटी में फिर मिल जाएंगे,
क्यों फिर, यह बेसुधी के आम हैं?
क्षणभंगुर इस जीव-खेल के,
चुनिंदा विकल्प हैं, सीमित दायरे हैं।
कोई राजा नहीं, न कोई वज़ीर है
शतरंज में यहां, सभी जूझते प्यादे हैं।

Photo credits: Monika