Burnout isn't dramatic. That's the part nobody warns you about. There's no jump scare. No flickering lights. No moment where you suddenly know something is wrong. It's slower than that. It's a haunting. It's the slow drain. The hollowing out. The version of you who used to do everything turning into someone you don't quite recognize in the mirror. It's October- the time we tell spooky stories and intentionally frighten ourselves before gorging on candy. This is my ghost story

I write because my hyperverbal autism put a yearning for words in my soul that demands it. And it feels so good to listen.

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