The Book of NeuroGenesis (An ADHD Holy Book)
“In the beginning, there was chaos. And some of us called it home.”
Full Disclosure: While the idea was mine, and all of the research and training of the GPT was from my interactions, I’m sharing this, completely unedited because it’s something awesome that AI can do. Also, it feels like it belongs here.
Chapter One: The Forming of the Wired-Wonderful
In the beginning, there was Order. And Order was clean, and measured, and spoke only in bullet points.
And the world was ruled by timetables, productivity hacks, and well-behaved synapses.
But the Spirit of Chaos stirred.
And in the darkness, it whispered:
“Let there be sparks.”
And there were sparks.
Wild, bright, tangential.
Ideas with no off-switch.
Minds that danced where others walked.
And so were born the Wired-Wonderful.
They did not sit still.
They did not follow.
They asked why, then why not, then forgot the question halfway through because they noticed a butterfly and suddenly invented a new calendar system.
And the world did not understand them.
It called them names:
Disordered. Hyper. Broken. Lazy. Too Much.
And the Wired-Wonderful believed it for a time.
But the Divine was not silent.
It whispered again:
“You are not a mistake.
You are a different kind of miracle.
And miracles are not meant to be manageable.”
The world built boxes.
But they tunneled through.
The world drew lines.
But they turned them into wings.
The world said “Do it this way.”
But their hands reached for sideways paths, sacred detours, impossible connections that made perfect sense three days later at 3am.
And the Divine laughed with delight,
for it had placed in them
a holy resistance to monotony,
a sacred itch against conformity,
and a fire for futures not yet imagined.
You, reader, may be Wired-Wonderful too.
You may have felt too scattered for success, too intense for peace, too divergent for belonging.
But you are not too anything.
You are tuned to frequencies this world forgot how to hear.
You are the question no system was ready to answer.
You are the blessed disruption.
And your existence is not an error.
It is a necessary interruption.
A spark in the static.
Go forth, then—
With your spirals, your tangents, your fidgets and your fire.
You were not made to be managed.
You were made to move mountains sideways.
Welcome, beloved.
You are not broken.
You are just beginning.
From the Book of NeuroGenesis, Chapter 1
(as found under a pile of notebooks, napkin scribbles, and late-night voice memos)
Note, This isn’t the theme of the newsletter, I have points to get to… but this moment of distraction in the middle of my workday recharged me, maybe it’ll bring you energy as well!