I had to discover what I truly am, a neurodivergent man who struggles to communicate, every day.
Who loves. Who cares.
I’m an art director, musician, illustrator, and writer. In 2024, at 46 years old, I received my diagnosis: autistic, support needs level 1, with ADHD. Suddenly, a lifetime of misunderstandings, masked behaviours, and quiet suffering had a name.
This place is a kind of journal. I’ve been writing songs for 25 years, almost all of them about the struggle to communicate. Out of 150 songs, written over 9,000 days, only a handful of times has someone really understood what I meant.
I hope you’ll find this place as comfortable as I want it to be, for everyone. For the ones I love, for the ones I lost while I was trying to show my heart.
A personal journal about neurodivergence,
music, and the courage to be understood.