The most mentally drained day since beginning treatment. Moderate tics — facial, jaw, wrist. Trained through it anyway.
Headache emerged by evening but completed one session regardless. Fifteen days in and the discipline of showing up is becoming its own form of therapy.
Reflecting on 17 years with Tourette Syndrome — the various treatment attempts, the medications that dulled everything, the nootropics that promised the world, the electrostimulation devices like the Pavlok watch. All of them offered hope. Most of them delivered disappointment.
This feels different. Not because the results are dramatic (they're not, yet), but because I understand what's happening. For the first time, I can see the mechanism. I can feel the prefrontal cortex engage. That's new.
