When I look back at my old blog, Confessions of a Modern Witch, I see the evidence of my struggle written in real time.

In Embrace the Sparkle #7, I wrote about memory slips and forgetfulness:

At the time, I thought this was part of mania. Now I understand it as classic executive functioning struggles — very common in ADHD and autism.

In The Bipolar Mind – A Different Way of Thinking, I admitted my need for constant stimulation:

What I once labeled dangerous restlessness, I now see as hyperfocus and divergent thinking. My brain thrives on multiple projects. That isn’t a flaw — it’s a feature.

In Bipolar Awareness — Embrace the Sparkle 2, I described long nights of rumination:

That wasn’t mania. That was my neurodivergent brain stuck in a loop — autistic processing that doesn’t shut off when the body is begging for rest.

And in Being Bipolar isn’t the End of the World, I shared how my husband helped me manage:

What we thought was about calming mania was actually about sensory regulation — walking, grounding, and using external stimulation to give my brain somewhere safe to settle.

Slowly, the truth emerged. The labels never explained the whole picture, but discovering ADHD, AuADHD, and dyslexia reframed everything. I wasn’t broken. My brain was simply wired differently. What I had been taught to view as symptoms of an “illness” were survival strategies, sensitivities, and ways of thinking that don’t always fit a neurotypical world.

Reframing my past has been liberating. What I once saw as shameful or destructive now looks like part of my natural wiring. Instead of asking, “How do I fix this?” I began asking, “How do I honor this?”

That shift changed everything. It allowed me to build systems, embrace creativity, and treat myself with compassion. It also made me realize how many others may be carrying labels that don’t fit.

Through this site, I bring this truth into my work. My oracle decks, classes, and sound healing are not polished despite my neurodivergence — they are born from it. Hecate, goddess of thresholds, has guided me through this crossing: from misdiagnosis to clarity, from shame to understanding.

I share this because I know I’m not alone. If you’ve been told you are too much, too sensitive, too scattered — know this: you are not broken.

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