Sharing some catch-up and thoughts about how the election and pandemic get along with being non-neurotypical.
Need a break? Life got you down? How about a few words to help you feel better about confusion?
It’s okay when nothing makes sense. Because “All Reasoning Is Futile.”
My story’s a bit extreme, but ‘typical’ seems a thing of the past now, so I’ll go out on a limb and share it.
I’ve seen myself as an architect for most of my life. But in 2010, out of work and deeply stressed, I began to experience psychic phenomena. With no frame of reference or mentorship, it was scary, and I was unprepared.
When I began ‘channeling’ — if that’s even what it was — I grasped desperately for explanations. Why was I spending my time this way? How could I ensure that these creations — the words I committed to paper, the images that flowed from my head and heart — weren’t merely random products of messed-up brain…
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