Voltaic
Darth Binks is real.
Over the past four weeks, I have been coming out of a four year long depression and leaving a lot of what dragged me down into the depths behind me. This is good but it isn't a smooth road. During those four years, I wasn't lollygagging and (only) steeping myself in negative thoughts. During the times I wasn't at the bottom of my mood swings, I had levels of hope, and with that came thoughts. I thought about all the ways that I could fix my life. Battling depression, I was the only one that understood me, so I did my best when I could. Another part was my existentialism. Life was poop, and I argued against it, because it was never kind to me. I was good at it. What brought me out was a solution. A clear thought based off of all my arguments over the four years. This one thing, required me to change... a lot. Ditching so much of my negative personality brought me back to life but because it was so much of me; I barely know who I am.
About two or so years ago I was first hit with the "A" bomb. At first, I didn't think I was autistic but I went with it because a diagnosis; right or wrong, could help me in my future. I was only dignosed earlier with ADHD, and the stuff I went through was not normal, even for the 'un-normal,' I didn't have anyone I could relate to. Over time, I started to grow on it. Started to see things that connected me to the diagnosis, at that time and in my childhood. Now I am convinced without a doubt, but how much of an effect does it play on me? I look at this computer screen now, it hurts; even on the lowest setting. This wasn't a thing in the past. Along with a lot of other things that come with autism. I struggle now to find answers. Is this a placebo affect, or is this real? Am I being someone that I am not, or is this realywho I am?
I am aware that in the end, these answers don't matter... Maybe they do. I don't know. I have known myself so well because I was the only one that understood but now I barely know if I am 'me' anymore or just an act. These are scary times. In ways, a lot worse than sitting with an empty pill bottle in my hand. I know why I took them but now, I don't know why I do so much in my life. All I can do is to continue to learn, and be a better me.
About two or so years ago I was first hit with the "A" bomb. At first, I didn't think I was autistic but I went with it because a diagnosis; right or wrong, could help me in my future. I was only dignosed earlier with ADHD, and the stuff I went through was not normal, even for the 'un-normal,' I didn't have anyone I could relate to. Over time, I started to grow on it. Started to see things that connected me to the diagnosis, at that time and in my childhood. Now I am convinced without a doubt, but how much of an effect does it play on me? I look at this computer screen now, it hurts; even on the lowest setting. This wasn't a thing in the past. Along with a lot of other things that come with autism. I struggle now to find answers. Is this a placebo affect, or is this real? Am I being someone that I am not, or is this realywho I am?
I am aware that in the end, these answers don't matter... Maybe they do. I don't know. I have known myself so well because I was the only one that understood but now I barely know if I am 'me' anymore or just an act. These are scary times. In ways, a lot worse than sitting with an empty pill bottle in my hand. I know why I took them but now, I don't know why I do so much in my life. All I can do is to continue to learn, and be a better me.