There are times when everything is way too loud, way too bright, way too hot, everything is just way too much and I have to get back home to my sanctuary where things are calm and peaceful or I feel like my brain is going to explode. “Get back home” is the only thing that my brain and body is telling me, where it is quiet and where my pups are, where I can be away from everything that is causing me to feel like the ball in a pinball machine just bouncing around in chaotic motion with no end in sight. Home is the only thing making sense and a quick retreat before I freaking flip out. It’s awful to not want to go and be social with family and friends and the fear of an episode of “sensory overload” is always part of my process when making plans. Home is my sanctuary and there is no place I would rather be than home with my pups.