This collection maps my journey through unnamed emotions. Living with Asperger’s means the everyday world crashes against me like white noise, while feelings arrive as system malfunctions: jarring, chaotic, unsolvable. Music became my workaround.

These compositions accumulated across more than twenty years. Just me, midnight silence, and headphones. No listeners intended. Pure survival mechanism. Each note, each measure translated what words couldn’t: “I hurt, yet I persist.” DIY emotional processing.

My therapist suggested sharing for years before I finally surrendered. I cleaned up the recordings, balanced the levels, and released them reluctantly. Not seeking validation or fame.

I simply hoped someone somewhere encounters these sounds and recognizes themselves; finding in listening what I discovered in creating: a moment of being understood.