There are a lot of thoughts and ideas that I want to organize, document and share. I’ve considered publishing reflections on these things so many times before but I always talk myself out of it. I think there are some valuable insights to be gained from my experiences and I’m tired of perfectionism getting in the way.
I found out just how neurodivergent I am. The difficult life circumstances that have both led to and resulted from this realization have put a different kind of motivation in me. I think the voices out there right now, at least the ones I've come across, don’t quite represent me well enough to lead me to believe that what I have to say has already been said enough. They certainly aren’t saying it the way I would say it.
I'm not sure how long I'll be here. I get irritated and angry when I think about the truth not being known. I think some problems need to at least be called out, otherwise it feels way too unfair. I know, life is unfair but my life smells like injustice. There’s a great edification that could be missed. It actually might still be missed but I have to say something. I hear regret takes the soul before decay takes the body. (I’ve never heard that before. I just made that up.)