I know a guy... let's call him Sunshine.
Sunshine was on the spectrum. That is, Sunshine was affected by autism spectrum disorder, but this isn't about that.
Somewhere is Sunshine's life some helpful soul decided to color code each day of the week. On Mondays, we wore red clothes, drank from the red cup, used the red toothbrush and so forth. Tuesday, green. Wenesday, blue. Thursday, yellow. Friday, black. Saturday, white. Sunday, gray. All was well in Sunshine's world. Until the day that Sunshine started to experience seizures. He would often drop without warning, loose consciousness. When he woke up, he would need to change his clothes. He did this several times in a day.
The people around Sunshine tried very hard to keep up with his laundy needs, but frankly they, like us all are only human. So they would bring Sunshine gray clothes on Wenesday.
"Wenesday," he would tell them, "Is for B-LOOO. "
The people would explain to Sunshine that yes, they knew that, but they were all out of blue clothes.
And so the struggle would begin.
Who is to say we are not all exactly like Sunshine? The tools we use to help us... become the walls we use to contain us, the traps that we then have to work to break free from.
What happened to Sunshine?
His walls got tighter and tighter until he couldn't come out at all.
See that it doesn't happen to you.
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