Tag: adhd
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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.
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Seasons Of Creativity
Summer nights and long warm daysAre stolen as the old moon fallsAnd my mirror shows another faceAnother place to hide it allAnother place to hide it all And I’m lost, behindThe words I’ll never findAnd I’m left behindAs seasons roll on by It has been way too long since I’ve posted. I’ve been creating. I’ve…
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Wherein He Gets Out Of His Own Head
And as long as I can create something in the face of madness, I feel that I am. Things fly apart… the center cannot hold. In the personal and the global, it can feel like slouching toward oblivion. But where trauma once triggered fight or flight, I’ve found a new tool. I’ve learned to create.…
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The Maestro is the Message
When you think it is pitch black you realize that you have electricity in you. I mean we are stardust after all. An imperceptible spark of biochemical electricity flickers in a synapse and an idea initiates a motor response and you find a way to stoke a spark and make something.
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Surfing The Phoenix
Ego rides the crest, surfing the Phoenix wave Westward with the sun.