When people ask me "what is dyslexia like?", I just simply say, "I don't see words as ‘words’, I just see them as lines." 

Everything begins with lines. Throughout my whole life, that is how I see words and language, just lines. It is interesting how lines have the power to change the sounds and meaning regards how the lines are drawn differently. 

When it comes to academic study, however, it is beyond just lines. The concepts, ideas, factors, and ideology are often so alien to me, that even I tried to understand, I couldn't. Since my early study, many people had doubted me including my teachers, principles, and others. Often questioning my parents about my learning abilities behind my back (I was only year 1). I never understood or even knew that I had this “condition”. I only knew that I was often labeled as “lazy”, “daydreamer” or “silly”.  Even though I cannot explain my thoughts or concepts through words, arts, music, and body movements have helped me to express and allow me to communicate in a language that all can understand.

My mind is a mess, an organized mess.  As they jump round in between, the combination of creativity and logic have combine together, to what you see in front of you. Everything begins with lines.

Lines with meanings.

And words, are just lines with meanings.