And then she thought: maybe it was time for me to stop participating in a world that was never built for someone like me.
Maybe I need to close the door for a while and let myself disappear into quiet; to protect the parts of me that are bruised from trying so hard to belong.
Maybe hiding isn’t weakness.
Maybe it’s how I breathe again, in the only place that has ever felt like home; my own imagination, my creative inner world.
Maybe the characters I create in my art are the friends I never truly had; companions for a neurodivergent mind navigating a harsh world.
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As your former coach, friend, and more, I truly enjoy everything you share and the journey you’re on. You look incredible in your 40s (are you/we really 40!), and you’re doing amazing. I wish the world were different and that I could still be in your life as a FRIEND, because I really miss the time we spent together.
You’re doing great. I’m not saying you shouldn’t close doors when you need to, but just know that as a friend, I look at you and your artwork and feel genuinely proud. Keep going—consistency is all that matters. Brighter days are ahead, if they’re not already here.
It’s been a long journey. Thank you for your kind words.