Tag: adhd
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See You Next Wednesday Addams Rib: A Day Late & A Dollar Short
I Am: A Play On Words I am a play on wordsIamb, a play on wordsNo rhyme or reason for rhythm to seize the cadenceBefore it fades into backgroundCosmic radiation and sonic swoon…How many angels were pierced by the head of this pen?Bleeding ink whenever I think toArticulate, gesticulate at the black skyA finger pointing…
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Taleyew Mist (You Talk Too Much)
I’ll never heal because I feel everything. It’s all a mess, but I confess — this is my nest.
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The Hero’s Journey: An American Standard
“He asked me to reach out to you. He said you would know what to do.”
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On Structured Fluidity and Off Ramps
With no structure I’m a boneless chicken, a gelatinous being, Speaker of the House. But with too much structure I’m Hannibal Lecter on a hand truck. I live in the gray area. That gray area can be the bane of my existence, but like most challenging fields, there’s treasure buried in the muck.
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The Psychosomatic Pretzeline State Of Neurodivergence
The intricate relationship between autism and ADHD presents a unique neurodivergent experience termed AuDHD. This phenomenon reveals a struggle between the desire for structure and the need for novelty, leading to a “pretzeline state.” This state embodies the turmoil of psychosomatic distortions, yet within it lies the potential for creativity and growth, reflecting the complexity…
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The Beetle In My Box
Sometimes I feel more alone than alone. Because no matter who is around The beetle in the box is suffocating. So I open my head to let him breathe.
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The Teacher With A Thousand Faces
The dramatis personae of any school is enriched and enlivened by a healthy variety of demeanors. If my intention was only to diminish those “unlike” me, I would be simultaneously devaluing their contributions along with my own. What makes us unique is often what makes us great. I have become the teacher I am today,…
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I hated coloring inside the lines, so I decided to make my own
I hated coloring inside the lines, so I decided to make my own. As soon as that sentence entered my head, I knew it was important. I knew it was more than the sum of its words’ meanings.
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#F It
How many fields have fallen fallow from failure to follow A path that seemed to far For fear of finding my self Forgetting I’m found?
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Unmasking The Exile: Internal Family Systems & The Self
40+ years of surrendering in advance. 40+ years of self-deprecation as self-defense. 40+ years of believing what they tell me so that they’ll like me. 40+ years of wearing a mask that never let me fully breathe.