Being lost isn’t a great feeling.

I have a mental disorder that somehow prevents me from find my way. Retracing my steps creates more confusion. My inner-most instinct for going somewhere is basically broken. It’s absolutely wrong just about all of the time.

You might think that I’m joking or exaggerating; I’m not. Ask Dawna next time you see her; she knows. I’ll be driving, and changing lanes getting ready to make my turn. She usually stops me and says “It’s not right, it’s left.”

I usually let out a sigh of defeat, and go on my way, knowing that she must be right. Sometimes I argue, but that doesn’t turn out so fruitful either.

If I take the same route over and over again, in about 10-15 trips I’ll begin to memorize the route, and all will be well for a while. I’ll randomly go the wrong way every now and again, but overall I’ll be okay.

I justify this by saying that my brain has gotten good at some things, at the expense of others. I don’t know if that’s really true, but my head is a bit broken for getting lost.

- Daniel

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