Falling Awake (Part 1) Being an Introspective Introvert

For the longest time, I felt I didn’t belong here. I felt out of place in the human world, perhaps, in part, because of my extreme dyslexia, which made me literally see things differently from everyone else… that and my over-abundant imagination—I knew the world was magical, but I was surrounded by people who didn’t believe in magic. Things that were important to me just didn’t seem all that important to other people, which made me a bit of a freak. So as a child, I somehow decided it would be a good idea not to need anyone. I had my stories to keep me engaged, and my characters to keep me company. I poured love into my creations, not into human relationships, and became an introspective introvert, but then a strange thing happened…