Let's talk about the silence after the drama -- It feels so quiet inside. I don’t like it. Walking on the Oregon Coast beach with my toes in the cool of the early morning sand, I tap away in my phone notes. My emotions have taken me on unwanted rollercoaster rides too many times to count in the past four years. The kind where you’re quite sure that teenage employee strapped you in correctly. You’re positive this will be the ride that goes off the rails.
I loved this essay so much. I am autistic and have been on this same journey of healing for a year now. You are a beautiful and insightful writer.
Thank you so very much!
Glad we get to journey together!