There is a strange feeling when you spend years watching the world slowly open a door, only to then hear the hinges creak as people start pushing it shut again.

There is a particular kind of stupidity in deciding to put creative work into the world when you already know what people can be like. I say stupidity with affection, because apparently I keep doing it.

Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD) is a hidden force in many neurodivergent lives. I'll behoest, I hde mine pretty well...but I souldn't.