Words Are Power
Words Are Power
I began this blog during my undergraduate degree in 2016. It was my safe space then, and it is my safe space now.
Visit My Substack: NeuroNarratives
My name is Jennifer Poyntz. I am thirty-one years old and I live in Ireland. I have ADHD and am autistic. I have a chronic illness that means I don’t produce enough cortisol. I’ve spent the last few years trying very hard to learn what I consider stressful as an AuDHD person, and how to keep myself level and alive. This, like all things, is made easier because of writing. I want to be a writer. A fiction writer. Or, I guess, I am because I do write. But I want to be an author. I also want to be an academic and to continue to build my career, which is in disability advocacy. I’m currently in the early stages of a PhD at Trinity College Dublin. I’m also presently feeling as though I might get lost in the early stages of my PhD because my health slows my progress each year. Still, I love it, and so I do it.
And what’s my research on, I hear the empty audience asking? Narratives. Specifically, the narratives of AuDHD women as they describe their experiences with advocating for themselves. And so, with this academic and entirely personal interest, Neuro Narratives was born. Here I shall lay bare what I do have authority to speak over – my narrative. My story. And who knows, maybe someday, people will listen.
Until next time.
J. Poyntz x
For a Friend Who has Forgotten Their Magic
Yet here is what I can do; I can remind them that they are magic to every life they touch. This is a shout of love into the void of pain, reminding you, my beloved friend, that to feel alone is but an illusion. You will never stand alone, you always have me. I will be your fortitude, your crutch and your cheerleader whenever the need arises. I cannot solve your problems, but I will ensure that you do not face them alone.
You’re Doing Better Than You Think, I Promise
‘You are meaner than your demons, colder than your pain and braver than your last thought.’
We Are All One
If we accept that fact, that We Are All One, as true then another intrinsic truth arises that we cannot ignore. If we were to live as though no one, even those who wrong us in the worst ways, were a part of how soul in need of love rather than condemnation, then we would never lack. There would be Enough.
What I Will Forget About Being Young
I understand something I didn’t as a teenager. We can be on anti-depressants or in therapy and still experience moments so sharply brilliant that we laugh until our chests hurt. We can fret over living with our parents until our thirties and still receive a hug from a friend that is filled with such love that life is, momentarily, fixed and whole once more.

