We were never broken
We were never selfish
We were never sick

We were born sensitive
Gifted
Intense

What the world called dysfunction was overexcitability
The kind that sees deeper
Feels harder
Thinks endlessly
Imagines wildly
Loves without limits

We had too much emotion
Too much thought
Too much empathy
Too much energy
Too much soul for a world that did not know how to hold it

So they gave us labels
Tried to quiet the fire
Called it disorder because they could not understand the design

But the fire was not the problem
It was the path

We are Dabrowski’s lost children
The ones who learned to live without oxygen
The ones who believed the lie
The ones who are coming back now

Not to be fixed
But to remember who we are

And then there was Dabrowski

Kazimierz Dabrowski did not look at us like problems to be solved
He looked at us through empathy
Through compassion
Through a mind forged in his own suffering

He did not study us from a distance
He knew what it meant to fall apart
Not because you were sick
But because you were becoming

Dabrowski is my hero

He did not pathologize our intensity
He honored it

He said our disintegration was not a breakdown
It was a breakthrough

This is for the ones he saw
The ones still underwater
Still mislabeled
Still searching for what they already are

You are not broken
You are not selfish
You are not too much

You are one of us