For many years, AuDHDers may have been misidentified as having bipolar disorder, meaning that studies of bipolar populations could actually be describing this experience. This raises critical questions about how much of the literature reflects autistic and dynamically attentive lived realities rather than distinct mood disorder trajectories.

a hyperneuroplastic brain is like a high-speed recorder. It takes a snapshot of stressful or threatening experiences and plays them back on repeat, long after the danger is gone. That rapid wiring can be life-saving in moments of real threat, yet it also explains why stress can leave such deep grooves, making it harder to shake habits of fear, vigilance, or avoidance once they’ve been learned.

Between the old and the new, something deeply human takes place: the making and unmaking of meaning.

I actually had the option of running down the stairs and out into the street, screaming. Yet when I actually considered doing so, I decided against it because I reasoned that it seemed highly unlikely to solve any problem that I was experiencing, and indeed appeared to risk creating more problems instead.

The human soul does not reorganize itself to meet billing cycles. Sometimes “what just is" resides in liminal spaces.

This guide provides a quick way to grasp all the key elements of recovery from neurodivergent burnout, including examples of what these concepts might look like and how you might implement them.

"here, brain" you say "that feels good, right? so you feel safe now... right?"

Is normal good? Self-stigma from not being normal can make healing or growth difficult. This essay reframes the conversation.

this is a call to reflection and compassion, aiming to foster healing for all

This analogy of a vehicle, a path, an engine, and fuel offers a relatable way to understand Dąbrowski’s Theory of Positive Disintigration

If you’ve ever felt like you experience the world much “more” than others, you are not alone, you are needed.

I am nauseatingly sad. The weight of uncertainty feels like a constant, unwelcome presence.

Those who know me well enough know that my favorite word is AND. Yes... AND.

And gosh, I could say that giftedness intensifies the complexity of the already complex.

And since I readily used the word "nincompoopery" which the Google corrected the spelling of, you might already guess at my stance.

I would have died from lack of oxygen trying to help those around me first.

They say cracks are where the light comes in, forgetting that meant to see the sun, I had to first be broken.

Figuring my own gifted needs has taken dozens and dozens of Perception checks, Wisdom saving throws and Investigation rolls.

Trauma, a powerful and far-reaching force, casts a profound shadow over the human experience.

...but what about when I am too much for myself?