This morning I was looking in a mirror, when my emotions started getting out of control. It took a bit, but I thought maybe I should see what’s happening on the outside.
Was awful. Hard to watch. Felt sorry for this person.
If you refuse to read my written notes, please know that I will not be able to tell you what I need and want you to know.
I try my best to not show fear on my face, just smile knowingly at the group conversation. This stranger might laugh at me when this event is over. I’ve got to be nice and make a good impression.
This is a talk I wrote in one of my good weeks while experiencing Autistic Burn Out. Using this method as a baseline has helped me on my recovery journey.
This poem is about going through cycles of confidence, hope and a lack of trust in my abilities.
It’s nice not to be burnt out!
With practicing comes being willing to fail. For me the two go together like smoked salmon and avocado.