Mental Health
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A Poem on Feeling Empty: Fading Supernova
I long for comfort perhaps an early grave. I burned my dreams for warmth only cold ashes remain. This hollow ache drifts on never fully belonging, never truly named. My soul, a fading supernova of wasted potential and lingering shame. Continue reading
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A Poem on ‘being normal’: False Crown
There is a new anger in me. It crept in slow, scraping away the thin shame that clung to me, grinding disbelief to the bone. The world’s lack of sentiment toward anything different sets me ablaze. I burn now, unyielding flames forged from relentless despair. The… Continue reading
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Unmasking Autism, Part II: The Hidden Marathon for Autistic Professionals
What if your life felt like the hit-show Severance: one self for work, one for life? For many autistic professionals like myself, it’s reality, where often only the work-self survives. After a day of working and relentless masking, I have little energy left for life outside… Continue reading
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Unmasking Autism, Part I: What Masking Feels Like
Do you ever feel like you’ve just run a marathon — but all you did was smile, nod, and try to be “normal”? For many autistic people — myself included — that’s not the exception. It’s the everyday. “Masking” is a word that often floats around… Continue reading
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A Poem on Existence: My Atoms at War
My atoms do not belong together. They push, pull, and break— all my cells divided, existence being the topic of late. Neurons still fire, out of contempt or even spite. They make all thoughts eerie, restless echoes in this drifting mind. We are all made of… Continue reading
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Poem – The Waiting for Nothing
As the clock slowly ticks, My sanity slips, Never knowing what to do. Like I’m just waiting For death’s final kiss. Being bored is how they phrase it, But I’m trapped in this endless spin. There are many things I could do, Yet I can’t break… Continue reading
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Abstract Painting – The Chaos
There are no wrong answers regarding what one sees in abstract art. One person can see laughing faces, while another sees crying eyes. It’s one of the beauties of this art form. Even though there is no wrong explanation, I’d love to take you through the… Continue reading
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Poem – Burning Bridges
As I watch the embers Of the bridges I burned, I try to think Of the lessons learned. And how much longer can I travel, Since I already feel spent My energy is wasting, Is my road coming to an end The horizon holds its secret,… Continue reading
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Poem – Unspoken Farewell
Drift off, Away from this place. Escape The worn-out feeling Of having no place. I remain here Killing time; Time is killing me. You’re the only thing on my mind— As I struggle to breathe. If you can’t make it, How will I? We both fought… Continue reading
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Poem – Fantasy’s End
The end of another fantasy show And I find myself At an all-time low Sitting here, questioning all I know Nostalgia for a time not of my own A place that doesn’t exist, Tries to call me home And I just sit here wondering, If this… Continue reading
James Gale 