I’ve been in denial to the extent of my neurodiversity for most of my life. I learned unknowingly at an early age how to adapt and present like everyone else. I’ve gotten good at it, but it is incredibly draining to maintain. I want, more than anything, to be normal.
Author: Paul Rados
I thought if I was a good boy, worked hard, and played by the rules then I would get the love and attention I craved. I got good grades, I played sports, I stayed out of trouble. I thought all of that would be enough. Unfortunately, it made me more invisible.
I think I have hit rock bottom again! I’ve been here before. The furniture is a bit dusty, but the space is familiar. It feels like a pattern. Its not a pattern I care to continue. Alas, I am here.
I knew when I returned to work after a week-long break that my momentum would come to a halt. The desire is still there, I am just working with a much shorter timeframe.
There is no incredible insight to share today but rather two blurbs that may or may not significantly move along the storyline that I call my life.
The everyday man goes to a job and trades time for money. The money is exchanged for goods and services to survive and exist in this co-created world we live in. It is simply the accepted way we humans have opted to structure our coexistence.
Who or what determines what belief considered good and/or bad?
Days hold no significance unless a group of people come together to make it so.
“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
It is my biggest demon. It is what I believe is holding me back from a life of joy and happiness. It is the excuse I use when I cannot get my shit together in my own mind for why life is the way it is.
