I wrote a story – Baby Tree, reflecting on my recent journey in discovering neurodiversity and mental health labels. Sharing in the hope that it encourages others facing their own unusual journeys through life.
The tree roots had discovered the river of life, flowing beneath and around her. The river of deep peace and abundant life.
The tree wanted this to be a nice story, with a neat, happy ending. But the tree is still growing, the branches are unfolding, the leaves are unfurling, and you will know the tree by its fruit. Most important of all, the tree has discovered her roots, holding her firm through the anxiety and uncertainty of a story that is still being written.