God is My Special Interest

Welcome to Healing is My Special Interest, the newsletter at the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control environments. Today is a long-overdue post about why I am not investing in Substack any longer and where I am putting my energies these days — and where I hope you will join me. Photo by TOMOKO UJI on Unsplash It’s spring, which means beautiful blossoms and allergies and inflammation and fascism and warehouse fires and quiet revolutions.

Welcome to Healing is My Special Interest, the newsletter at the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control environments. It’s been a week, and here are my very brief thoughts on some of it. If you appreciate my work, consider subscribing or becoming a supporter. I didn’t want to read the Epstein files. Any of it.

Welcome to Healing is My Special Interest, the newsletter at the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control environments. I, like so many Americans right now, am reeling from how fast events are unfolding in the US. While this newsletter is centered around the concept of healing, I do not believe that means the absence of grief, terror, anger, or hopelessness.

Welcome to Healing is My Special Interest, the newsletter at the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control environments. In 2025 I posted over 60 different Substack posts between HIMSI and STRONGWILLED. That’s a lot of content! If you find my work valuable, please consider supporting this endeavor financially or emotionally or just sharing it with your friends who might like it too. Thank you so much, I cannot do this work without you and I truly am so grateful.

Photo by Hans Veth on Unsplash Hello everyone. I am staring down the end of a batshit year just like everyone else. I don’t have a gift guide or even a list of things I recommend. I have thought about writing an essay on mushrooms, making a listicle of all the things that have comforted me more than Jesus in 2025, writing an ode to Rian Johnson’s movie Wake Up Dead Man (a Knives Out Mystery), or giving you all some reflections on the 25th anniversary of Y2K.

I know my last post was sad (I am still grieving my precious dog Fern) and I still don’t really have a lot to say. We adopted a cat named Checkers and he is such a delight (and reminds me of Fern in many ways) but I am still feeling sad and slow and overwhelmed by the amount of news I am supposed to be able to process every day. I have been thinking a lot about how a few days before the 2024 election I pulled a tarot card, and I was specifically thinking about who would win.

CW: grief, loss of pet, apocalyptic thinking Welcome to Healing is My Special Interest, the newsletter that used to be about the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control environments . . . and is now about whatever I want it to be about (mostly autonomy, and reclaiming hope for the future). Today is a personal (and short) post about the grief I am currently swimming through. Thank you to everyone who supports my work and my writing.

Welcome to Healing is My Special Interest, the newsletter at the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control environments. I’m glad you are here, and that we are in this together. Two years ago I was driving on a sunny October day for a long-awaited break.

Welcome to Healing is my Special Interest, the newsletter at the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control religions. Like most people these days, I have too much to say and also nothing much to say at all. Most of my energies have been directed towards my magnum opus on how serial child predators operate (please read and share if you are so inclined). But here’s my tiny imperfect attempt at making sense of the past few weeks.

Welcome to Healing is My Special Interest, the newsletter at the intersection of late-diagnosed neurodivergence and healing from high control environments. We are now at the stage of fascism where one must be careful what they post these days — but I am beyond proud to publish this timely guest post by Reina Lewis. In times like these, it is never a bad idea to go back to the basics of how to be in your body and squeeze out what joy you can in your day to day life.