From early childhood, I felt that I was “weird” and other people were mostly “normal”. This overwhelmed me, affecting almost every aspect of my life. I tried to find a way to live with the endless debates inside my own head. Some strategies were helpful and others not so much. I have at last begun to realise that “normal” comes in a variety of flavours: I am not “weird” so much as a “rare and unusual flavour of normal”. Mostly I’m ok with that, although I’m definitely still a work in progress. I may be unique, but I’m not the only person who has ever struggled to find acceptance, purpose, motivation and direction.