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Grief Changed Everything
A neurodiverse journal from the edge of loss, identity, and starting over
So, I’m finally writing here in this little white space in the ether.
I’m writing as a form of therapy, trying to make sense of this mess. And I just hope that something positive can come out of it — maybe even something that resonates with one other person out there.
Losing My Dad in 2024
In 2024, my dad was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. He passed away just a few months later.
Even now — six months on — I’m only just beginning to unravel what happened. His illness came fast, like a tidal wave, and everything that followed feels like a blur.
I functioned, mostly. I worked, I replied to messages, I kept moving. But inside, I broke apart. Quietly. Slowly.
Grief has shattered my life in ways I didn’t expect. Not just emotionally, but neurologically. That’s where things started to shift.
Unmasking Myself
In the months after his death, I started noticing parts of myself I couldn’t ignore anymore. Behaviours. Reactions. Overwhelm. Shutdowns. Patterns that didn’t feel new, but now stood out in bold, unmissable font.
