Dopamine low.
Signals misfire.
Prefrontal cortex
caught in crossfire.
Attention.
Emotion.
Impulse control.
Yeah
try running life
while something external
glitches out your console.
But let me flip your perspective.
Inattention
or hyperfocus.
Miss the world for hours,
forgetting to even piss—
then suddenly build
a loud fuck you
to the universe
no one sees coming.
Overstimulation?
That’s pattern recognition.
Creativity born
from chaos connections.
And emotional dysregulation?
That depth
is what bonds me
to strangers
across the world.
Battling a system
built for neurotypicals
forcing us to dim our light
to fit some mediocre box-
yeah, that built resilience.
The hypervigilant kind.
The kind that woke up
inside a Thai abyss
carrying ruptures,
fractures,
and near death
while my nervous system said:
“Hold up.
This is my terrain.”
Who the fuck do you think
evolved you this far?
Instinct, broski.
And please
don’t tell me
you “have ADHD too”
because you procrastinate
or lack discipline.
Because neurodivergent
does NOT mean dumb.
Most of us are fighting
brain freezes
so brutal
not even the willpower
that dragged me
to the Roof of Africa
can override it.
So don’t observe my surface
and mistake it
for laziness.
You have no idea
how much willpower
it takes
to contain volcanic eruptions
inside a body
trying to look calm.
So yeah
I look icy chill
on the outside.
Inside?
Straight lava.
Capable of almost anything
motivated to do nothing.
You understand
everyone around you
but can’t explain
what’s happening
inside yourself.
Brilliant ideas.
No patience to finish them.
A genius
who can’t handle
an email.
An extrovert
who needs
to disappear alone.
A person full of advice
who can’t follow
any of it.
And that gap
between knowing
and doing
that’s where the shame lives.
For years.
Because nobody told you
this isn’t a character flaw.
This is a brain
built different.
3,940 unread emails.
79 WhatsApps.
Still climbed mountains.
Still self-rescued.
Still here.
So maybe the problem
was never
my wiring.

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