I am a proud Dyslexic!

The more I grow old and learn about myself. I understand it is a superpower rather than a labeled disability defined by the world’s “being normal” norms.

I was not medically diagnosed as dyslexic as a child. I just got tagged as lazy or not smart enough. One thing I knew back then was that I understood things differently, and my way of logic was unconventional, yet I tried to fit in and be normal.

And that’s how I perfected being an imposter among the normal.

I hide this truth long enough to be accepted or try even harder to succeed by the rule book given to us until a breaking point.

Or I say a turning point when I finally accepted it and started saying it out loud to myself first and then to others.

For people with dyslexia, it’s hard to process and express thoughts in a manner others would understand. That may be why my parents thought I was born mute. But perhaps I was observing and finding my way to do so. Hence, now, the people who know me would never hear the end of it.

How I got here? How did I become this person coaching others to be authentic with themselves?

It is all because of this so-called disability.

I couldn’t follow the rule book; I had to make my guide. I had to create my ways and find the answers to them, and here is how dyslexia helped me in my life.

It made me a resilient, hard worker. If only the people who know the power behind starting again and again until they get it right. It’s dyslexic, but we will push all the limits and give it all to what we do. As we know, there is no other way to be honest.

It made me a problem-solving genius. I take pride in saying that if you give me a broken piece of a problem, I will still make send of it and find a solution.

It gave me the power of visual thinking. I may not remember the names of places, but I remember how to get there and maybe visualize how it would look from different angles.

It made me creative in every aspect of my life. And also to find an altogether new perspective to see things that “normal” people won’t be able to think of.

It made me more empathetic and compassionate towards others. The people who struggled long enough with something know how best to give back to others and make them stand tall without any judgments.

And lastly, it gave me the strength to be myself and the abundance of self-love. Oh, I am so grateful for being dyslexic, as I got a chance to create from scratch.

I just wanted to shout out to every dyslexic creator out there!

You are born with a gift to break free from the normal, create a wonderful life for yourself, and help others with your creativity.

Let’s get real and be proud to be dyslexic.

P.S. I still can’t tie my shoelaces, but now I just find it damn cute of myself that it’s been consistent since childhood. hee