What happens when you accidentally drop a poster about a urotherapy workshop into a sleepy village WhatsApp group?

If you’re me—Claire—you get a couple of face-palm emojis, a polite “No thank you,” and the unmistakable sound of silence... the kind that says: Who let the weirdo in?

At first, I flushed with embarrassment. But then I realized: this “mistake” wasn’t a mistake. It was a soul sneeze. A sacred slip. A glimpse of who I really am, accidentally revealed to people who weren’t ready—or maybe I wasn’t ready to be seen in that way. But it happened anyway. And it was perfect.

Because I’m no longer interested in hiding. I’m here to fully inhabit my Bonkers Pavilion—that uniquely weird, wonderful, multidimensional space that is me.

In a world that constantly pushes us to conform, filter ourselves, and present only the most palatable version of who we are, there's revolutionary power in simply being ourselves—weird edges, bonkers pavilions, and all. This authenticity isn't just pers...