Being told you’re too much is the socially acceptable way of saying, ‘I lack the bandwidth for depth, intensity, or anything that might force me to evolve.

Velocity cheapens presence.Taurus season, steady and defiant, restores the architecture of self—compelling not ascent, but descent: into the body, into the blood, into the gravity from which all true power emanates.

Hint: It Begins Where Words Cannot Goby Chaotic Goodisms

There are days when I feel like a mosaic of mismatched parts—an archivist of old wounds, an oracle of untamed hope, a body that remembers too much and a mind that cannot forget. To be whole in a world built on fracture feels like a quiet rebellion. And rebellion, my friends, takes stamina.

For years, society has told ADHD individuals that their brains are broken. That they need to be medicated into compliance, molded into something more manageable, and taught to operate in a way that makes everyone else comfortable. But what if we have it all backward? What if ADHD isn’t a disorder, but a dopaminergic advantage—a neurobiological blueprint that’s wired for creativity, innovation, and deep, obsessive passion?

The tricky part? Trauma and intuition feel eerily similar in the body. They both live in your nervous system, they both offer cryptic advice, and they both want you to avoid pain. But here’s the catch:

What if, at seven years old, you learned the hardest lesson of your life? Not in a classroom, not from a mentor, but on the side of I-80 in the middle of Wyoming. What if the teacher was your own mother, and the lesson was this: You are unlovable. You are disposable. And no one is coming to save you.