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The “Maybe Later”s That Never Show Up / Gelemeyen ‘Biraz Sonra’lar…

Türkçesi Aşagıda 👇 Sometimes starting something feels easy. If I’m interested, if it doesn’t stress me out, if I even enjoy it… sure. But other times, starting anything feels genuinely impossible. So I start putting it off. In a bit. Tomorrow. Later… As those laters never arrive, the stress builds. It rolls into a big tangled knot. And then comes the next layer: trying to get out from under it. Focusing on something I don’t want to do is ridiculously hard. Like when I need to write invoices, but end up alphabetising the bookshelf. Then I spot a book I’ve been putting off for years and somehow start reading it. Standard behaviour. My brain works differently. It’s part of being neurodivergent. Things like starting, switching, focusing, they all run on a separate system. Not always, but it really kicks in when I’m bored or the task feels pointless. It’s that my brain genuinely doesn’t care why it’s supposed to. Since I started understanding how my AuDHD brain works, it’s been easier to s...
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Healing in Curves / Kıvrımlarla İyileşme

  Türkçesi Aşagıda 👇 Not all healing speaks in words.  Some of it flows in curves. Some settle in colour. Some rest in the quiet between lines. For me, Neurographica® isn’t just drawing. It’s a conversation with something beyond language.A way the soul speaks in shape. A way the hand translates emotion into form. The mind shifts as the ink moves across the page. I’ve drawn every day for over a year now. Each page has become a companion. Sometimes grounding. Sometimes, like meditation. Sometimes unexpectedly magical. But always transformational. There are moments when I see myself clearly again.  When something deep inside moves. Not slowly, but all at once.  It can feel unreal, but it happens right there. Pen on paper. Breathe steady. Line by line. Not all maps are made of roads. Some are spirals. Sharp turns. Tangled threads that begin to loosen as you trace them. Neurographica is that kind of map. A way back to yourself. You draw what hurts. You soften what feels ...

Body Scale (0–10): For When “I’m Fine” Is Already a Lie / Beden Skalası (0–10): “İyiyim” Dediğinizde Aslında Çoktan Yalan Söylüyorsanız

  Türkçesi Aşağıda 👇 If you’re autistic, you usually hit overload before you even register it. If you’re ADHD, you often don’t notice until you’re already reacting. If you’re both, like me, you learn to say “I’m fine” while your nervous system carries out the sensory equivalent of flipping tables and setting small fires. We don’t miss the signs because we’re oblivious. We miss them because attention is already working overtime: tracking every flicker of light, every micro-shift in someone’s tone, the typing six metres away, the sock seam that feels like barbed wire, and the fact that it’s suddenly Tuesday again and the furthest you’ve gone is the fridge. By the time capacity is exceeded, the system is already snapping, shutting down, or grinding through whichever socially required situation you accidentally said yes to. I’m talking about the Body Scale: simple, refined, and actually useful. A functional measurement of load, somatic, sensory, and cognitive. Ten points, based on wha...

Rest Was the Rumour My Body Never Believed / Dinlenmenin Bir Efsane Olduğuna İnanmıştım...

Türkçesi Aşağıda 👇 One day, I went to see an excellent craniosacral therapist for my insomnia and the long list of other things my nervous system had decided to collect. At some point, she asked me this question: "How do you rest?" I laughed. Not politely. The kind of laugh you give when someone suggests Father Christmas is real. I keep hearing about this magical thing called "rest". People insist it exists. They say things like, "I spent the afternoon just being." Just being? My brain does not come with a "just being" setting. It comes with tabs. And more tabs. And a few secret passageways that open at 2 am."How do you rest? This question stuck with me because it revealed something I hadn't considered: I didn't know how to rest. Not really. I knew how to collapse. I knew how to crash. But rest? That was a rumour. I never believed I was tired. Why would I be? I was certain I could outwork gravity itself, as if bottomless energy were...