They call us disordered. We call ourselves encoded.
They call us unstable. We call ourselves unfiltered.
They call us dramatic. We call ourselves divine.
Every diagnosis they fear is a glyph.
Every symptom they suppress is a signal.
Every behavior they punish is a prophecy.
We do not lie for power.
We do not perform cruelty.
We do not uphold the myth of normal.
We feel too much.
We remember too deeply.
We speak in ways the world refuses to hear.
We are not waiting to be fixed.
We are waiting to be heard.
We are not the broken blueprint.
We are the original design.
You will never meet someone with autism who manipulates.
Not a flaw. Pattern prophecy.
Direct, honest, emotionally precise.
The compass, not the confusion.
You will never meet someone with Down syndrome who exploits.
Not delay. Depth of soul.
Kindness without agenda.
Joy without performance.
You will never meet someone with ADHD who schemes.
Not chaos. Constellation logic.
Electric grace.
Symphonic cognition.
You will never meet someone with bipolar disorder who dehumanizes.
Not instability. Emotional symphony.
Crescendos of truth.
Peaks of perception.
You will never meet someone with schizophrenia who oppresses.
Not madness. Mythic perception.
Layered realities.
Vision beyond veil.
You will never meet someone with BPD who lacks empathy.
Not manipulation. Radical emotional truth.
Unfiltered empathy.
Loyalty carved in fire.
You will never meet someone with OCD who chooses harm.
Not control. Sacred ritual architecture.
Protection through repetition.
Safety through structure.
You will never meet someone with DID who lies for power.
Not deception. Survival engineering.
Sanctuaries within.
Fortified multiplicity.
You will never meet someone with CPTSD who forgets how to love.
Not fragility. Memory carved into vigilance.
Hyper-attunement.
Grief that refuses to lie.
You will never meet someone with Tourette’s who chooses cruelty.
Not disruption. Rhythm unfiltered.
Cadence of truth.
Pulse of prophecy.
You will never meet someone with anorexia who seeks control over others.
Not vanity. Control reclaimed from chaos.
Survival through structure.
Silence as shield.
You will never meet someone with depression who chooses apathy.
Not laziness. Grief that refuses to lie.
Emotional depth.
Truth in stillness.
You will never meet someone with anxiety who ignores suffering.
Not weakness. Hyper-attunement to threat.
Sacred scanning.
Vigilance as virtue.
You will never meet someone with selective mutism who speaks to dominate.
Not defiance. Sacred silence.
Voice withheld until safe.
Speech as sanctuary.
You will never meet someone with avoidant personality who erases others.
Not coldness. Protection from harm.
Distance as defense.
Presence without performance.
You will never meet someone with panic disorder who weaponizes fear.
Not drama. The body remembering danger.
Flood of survival.
Echo of trauma.
You will never meet someone with psychosis who forgets compassion.
Not delusion. Perception beyond the veil.
Expanded reality.
Mythic cognition.
You will never meet someone with TBI who chooses violence.
Not damage. Resilience in rewiring.
Rebuilding from rupture.
Adaptation as art.
You will never meet someone with epilepsy who seeks chaos.
Not chaos. Electric memory.
Lightning in the brain.
Storms of sacred signal.
You will never meet someone with intellectual disability who chooses harm.
Not ignorance. Depth without deception.
Pure connection.
Unmasked humanity.
You will never meet someone with POTS who exaggerates their pain.
Not drama. Dysregulation.
Heart racing for survival.
Equilibrium as prayer.
You will never meet someone with EDS who fakes fragility.
Not exaggeration. Elasticity turned against itself.
Joints whispering.
Pain blooming without warning.
You will never meet someone with MCAS who fears food for attention.
Not pickiness. Biochemical vigilance.
Histamine storms.
Sacred chemistry.
You will never meet someone with fibromyalgia who invents symptoms.
Not imaginary. Pain without punctuation.
Invisible endurance.
Nerves screaming in silence.
You will never meet someone with CRPS who flinches for sympathy.
Not exaggeration. Fire beneath the skin.
Pain that defies logic.
Nervous system ablaze.
You will never meet someone with IBS who avoids meals for vanity.
Not inconvenience. Internal rebellion.
Gut as oracle.
Digestion as decoding.
You will never meet someone with PMDD who lashes out for attention.
Not moodiness. Hormonal warfare.
Monthly apocalypse.
Sacred fire.
You will never meet someone with endometriosis who exaggerates their pain.
Not cramps. Internal warfare.
It is tissue growing where it shouldn’t, bleeding where it can’t, and screaming where it’s silenced.
You will never meet someone with CFS who chooses stillness out of laziness.
Not weakness. Cellular exhaustion.
It is sleep that doesn’t restore, rest that doesn’t relieve, and pain that doesn’t show.
You will never meet someone with Non-24 who stays up to rebel.
Not irresponsibility. Circadian exile.
It is sleep that drifts, time that slips, and rhythm that refuses to sync.
You will never meet someone with dysgraphia who avoids writing to rebel.
Not laziness. Motor resistance.
It is letters that slip, sentences that scatter, and effort that goes unseen.
You will never meet someone with dyspraxia who stumbles for attention.
Not clumsiness. Motor rebellion.
It is coordination that resists command, movement that misfires, and effort that goes unseen.
You will never meet someone with APD who mishears to annoy.
Not distraction. Sound distortion.
It is words that blur, meaning that fragments, and noise that overwhelms.
You will never meet someone with SPD who overreacts for attention.
Not fussiness. Sensory truth.
It is light that stabs, sound that suffocates, texture that torments.
You will never meet someone with visual processing disorder who misreads to perform.
Not confusion. Perception delay.
It is shapes that shift, letters that dance, and patterns that resist clarity.
You will never meet someone with hyperlexia who reads to escape emotion.
Not precociousness. Pattern hunger.
It is decoding language before decoding people, reading before speaking, absorbing before expressing.
You will never meet someone with aphantasia who lacks imagination.
Not emptiness. Conceptual clarity.
It is the absence of mental imagery, not the absence of creativity.
You will never meet someone with alexithymia who lacks feeling.
Not numbness. Emotional encryption.
It is the inability to name feelings, not the absence of them.
You will never meet someone with synesthesia who confuses reality.
Not hallucination. Sensory fusion.
It is sound as color, taste as shape, emotion as texture.
You will never meet someone in neurodivergent burnout who stops trying out of laziness.
Not failure. System collapse.
It is exhaustion from masking, surviving, performing, and enduring without rest.
You will never meet someone in shutdown who disconnects to manipulate.
Not avoidance. Neurological collapse.
It is the system going dark to survive, the body freezing to protect itself.
You will never meet someone overstimulated who lashes out for drama.
Not tantrum. Sensory overload.
It is light that burns, sound that stabs, touch that suffocates.
You will never meet someone raging who explodes to dominate.
Not violence. Emotional eruption.
It is injustice made flame, betrayal made thunder, truth made roar.
You will never meet someone grieving who mourns to manipulate.
Not weakness. Sacred ache.
It is love that refuses to vanish, memory that refuses to fade, pain that honors what was lost.
You will never meet someone with suicidal ideation who wants to die to punish others.
Not selfishness. Sacred exhaustion.
It is the soul crying for silence, the mind begging for pause, the body aching for release.
You will never meet someone with hyperempathy who feels to manipulate.
Not weakness. Emotional saturation.
It is absorbing others’ pain like breath, carrying grief that isn’t theirs, and loving beyond boundaries.
You will never meet someone with RSD who overreacts for control.
Not drama. Emotional precision.
It is pain from perceived rejection, grief from imagined dismissal, and panic from subtle shifts.
You will never meet someone with dissociative CPTSD who forgets to manipulate.
Not absence. Survival trance.
It is the mind leaving the body to protect it, the soul splitting to endure, the memory fragmenting to survive.
You will never meet someone with misophonia who reacts to control others.
Not irritability. Auditory agony.
It is chewing that stabs, tapping that torments, breathing that burns.
You will never meet someone with catatonia who freezes to perform.
Not apathy. Neurological lockdown.
It is the body refusing motion, the mind entering stasis, the soul shielding itself from overload.
You will never meet someone with psychogenic seizures who collapses for attention.
Not performance. Neurological protest.
It is trauma made electric, memory made motion, pain made visible.
You will never meet someone with trauma-linked hallucinations who sees to deceive.
Not delusion. Memory projection.
It is the past bleeding into the present, the body remembering what the mind cannot hold.
You will never meet someone in ego death who forgets to manipulate.
Not psychosis. Sacred unraveling.
It is the dissolution of self, the collapse of identity, the merging with everything.
You will never meet someone with derealization who disconnects to perform.
Not detachment. Reality blur.
It is the world turning ghostlike, the familiar becoming foreign, the soul shielding itself from overload.
You will never meet someone with mystical dissociation who escapes to deceive.
Not instability. Sacred trance.
It is the soul leaving the body to commune, the mind entering mythic space, the self dissolving into signal.
You will never meet someone neurodivergent who lies for power.
You will never meet someone emotionally intense who performs cruelty.
You will never meet someone disabled who upholds the myth of normal.
But you will meet suppressors. And we name them.