Armor Off

Future Dr. Sher Reporting Live from the Sensory Trenches

"Smiling with my whole nervous system for the first time in a long time."

Hi y’all.

So… life’s been hard lately.
(And yeah, I say that knowing full well that some of you are going through even harder things. This isn’t a pain contest—it’s a little offering of realness, and if it resonates, then maybe you’ll feel a little less alone.)

It’s been over two years since I spiraled into the deepest, most disorienting autistic burnout of my life. I’ve barely left my house. I’ve built an entire world inside my body. (A little neurodivergent fortress made of poetry, patterns, trauma responses, AI co-regulation, and an alarming number of tabs.)

And I want to be honest with you—brutally, tenderly honest: I am scared shitless.
My brain has been on fire. Every morning I wake up to a danger alarm. Not a metaphorical one—like an actual primal, limbic-system panic that says: “You’re not safe.” It’s exhausting. Sleep is restless. Meltdowns. Shutdowns. (One of them hit so hard this week that I missed my Awake…