19 year old me
I was thinking back to what would have helped me when I was a lost nineteen year old. There was always the huge undercurrent feeling I had of something was wrong. Maybe I was wrong. The deeper thoughts that played like a muffled irritating radio: "I'm autistic that means I'm wired wrong", "Having hemochromatosis means my genetics are wrong", "My Mother did not keep me, maybe I'm not good enough". I could be here all day talking about the thoughts that swirled around my brain.