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.
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 think differently than the so-called normal people. I know that no one IS normal. We all have our demons. Some, like mine, have staked claim to land and started building condominiums and invited all their friends. My head is a cluster fuck. That is on a good day!