I woke this morning sad and scared because I had a bad dream. I’ve done this a million times in my life, if I’ve had a million dreams by now?, but the point is now I don’t have to super analyze why I had a bad dream.

I don’t have to stress that I’m losing my mind or just a ball of fear and fright, because now I have the answer I’d been seeking my whole life. The answer I never knew I needed. I’m excited for today, because today I start to forgive myself for all the negative talk over all the panic attacks that I never understood where they stemmed from.

Because they weren’t truly panic attacks were they? They were over stimulations.

And all those bad dreams have been my brain trying to sort through the flood of thoughts throughout the day. Today I hang up the negative and seek the positive meaning in my thoughts. Overstimulating or not, they all belong to me, not some made up fear.

They, as well as me, are my autism.

-a Non-Miss