A Zombie in Disguise

Neurodiverse burnout

Photo by Chris Barbalis on Unsplash

As I was going to write, my brain shut down. The fog rolled in. Staring at the screen. And I am a zombie in disguise once again.

This makes me want to cry. Out of sheer exhaustion. Out of ending up here over and over again. Can we put a pause on anyone needing me? Can we readjust the world so that neurodiversity is celebrated and protected? So we don’t keep ending up in a zombie cycle. Is this the real zombie apocalypse? Only the soul-denying, productivity-driven survive? They’re their own form of zombie. And those who try to nourish their souls can never keep up and meet their financial needs, so they become zombies to try to make ends meet.