If You Struggle To See Good In The World, Here Are 88 Wholesome Posts To Remind You What Matters Most

Me and my kiddo been going through a lot lately. We now live in an apartment minus my abusive ex husband. Tonight was my first late night at work. Came home and dinner was ready and she had picked a movie for us to watch AND she told me she missed me today. Shes never done this before. We are healing.

Huge shoutout to the legend who sent us this laptop. He’s a software engineer and included a ton of coding material that we’ll add to our server for others to learn from. Whish i could tag, but his account us deleted.
With summer coming, power cuts here in Yemen are getting longer and more frequent—sometimes most of the day. A laptop like this, that can run during blackouts, makes a huge difference for us. Thank you again for the support over the years. It genuinely means everything and is changing lives here 

My birthname is Emma, but I’ve been going by Emmet since 10th grade (although I didn’t come out to my family and start going by that with them until the last few years) after I started identifying as nonbinary (they/them pronouns, please).
My family has thankfully been very accepting and has been trying their best to gender me properly. I’m very thankful for them being so kind and accepting of me being me. It’s been hard for them to adjust, but they’re doing everything they can to use my name and pronouns rather than my birthname and assigned gender at birth pronouns.

One thing that’s bothered me for a while is my childhood Christmas stocking. It had my birthname on it, and I thought about ordering a new one, but the company that made them has since gone defunct. My family’s stockings all match, and we’ve had them for as long as I can remember, so I didn’t want to just buy a different style of stocking.

Yesterday, after my paternal aunt came into town, my mom asked me to put up the Christmas stockings. Mine was the last in the stack. The moment I picked it up, I realized it now had my chosen name on it instead of my birthname. It made me so incredibly happy!! I had no idea how they did it until my mom and aunt explained that my mom had given my aunt the stocking, and my aunt had used similar yarn to edit my name, mimicking the font that was used.

The great thing is that it’s 100% reversible!! My original name is still underneath, untouched!! Not that I ever plan on reverting it back to my birthname, but it’s really cool to me that the history behind the stocking is still embedded into its being. Emma is still a part of me, just as she’s a part of this stocking. There would be no me without her.

I don’t think any gift I’ll get this Christmas will top this one. I’ll be able to open my stocking on Christmas morning with my real name on it, and that means the world to me. I’m so grateful to have such a wonderful family to call my own.