For whatever reason, I chose to reach out to a brutally honest expert for a mentoring lunch. I shutter internally as I count down the minutes to our lunch. What. The. Fuck.
Benlysta courses through my veins. The energy rush is addictive. The fog lifts and I’m renewed for three weeks. New ideas and inventions fill my mind. I am obsessively pursuing my work once again. My art.
A colleague hushes me furtively at a meeting. I see patterns where they don’t seem to see them and I don’t know how to make them see them. My head swims in thoughts.
I’ve had 6 failed mentors. Whether I push them away or they discover the monstrosity that is me, who knows. The inner workings that reveal themselves over time are gradual, but the cumulative damage is done.
I expect nothing different from this one. The stories will be told in future posts, but for the time being I am left dreading and hating my blips of hope when I reach out to others.