Diary of an ASD Squirrel. Day 330 , Sunday 22/09/2024
Another quiet Sunday very wet & dull.
The high point was an NMS co-op session, many thanks to yon Pixy for a bright point. 🙏
I am tired, I am drained.
I had a conversation this evening with a close friend, who is optimism personified.
I truly wish I could see the world as they do, but I cannot.
Final Thoughts.
There are prisons that hold criminals, there are prisons that others make for us & there are prisons that we make for ourselves.
The latter are the hardest to escape IMHO, there is not time limit to our self imposed sentences, there are no advocates to argue against our own selves.
The black dog stalks me at the moment, always just the corner of my eye. Stalking me, waiting for me to trip, to fail.
I am close to falling back on coping strategies, eating too much, drinking more. This time around it will be more painful - Geoff will object, in a very painful & obvious way I’m sure.
Thank you to all those who are helping me on this journey, in a myriad different ways. I am thankful to each & every one of you! 🫂 🫶🐿️🖖
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