Maybe I’ve Been Wrong About Failure This Whole Time

 

For most of my life, I’ve seen failure as proof that I’m broken. Missed deadlines, abandoned projects, social misfires, a career that never seemed to follow a straight line—each one felt like another tick in the "not good enough" column. 

I believed I just wasn’t trying hard enough or that I lacked the discipline, focus, or whatever elusive quality successful people clearly had. I thought I should be able to keep up, do more, be better. Because, in my mind, I was a “normal” person who was simply failing at being normal. 

Except… I’m not neurotypical. And never was. It turns out that lens—the one I’ve used to judge myself for decades—was cracked from the start. I wasn’t a neurotypical person doing life wrong. I was a neurodivergent person trying to force myself into a shape that didn’t fit. 

And the world around me, in all its rigid systems and silent expectations, wasn’t built with someone like me in mind. So maybe my so-called “failures” weren’t personal flaws. Maybe they were friction points—places where a neurodivergent brain collided with a world that wasn’t designed for it. Maybe those moments I thought were proof I wasn’t enough were actually signs that I needed a different approach, not more shame. 

This shift in perspective is still fresh. I’m still learning how to be kinder to myself. To unlearn the shame. To rewrite the definition of success. And to see the strengths hiding behind the things I once tried so hard to mask or fix. 

And hey—while I’m untangling all this, I’m also finally getting back to the things that bring me joy. You’ll see new pop culture pieces hitting the site soon, and The Movie Breakdown will be returning with fresh episodes, deeper dives, and maybe even some surprises. 

Thanks for sticking around. I’m starting to figure it out—and it feels like the beginning of something better.