Hanging by a thread

A broken and dysfunctional Human Being. I am Autistic and I suffer with Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I’m trying to find ways to live. To feel alive. Some days it’s all I can do to get out of bed. I’m tired and alone, isolated by my inability to communicate well. Although apparently no one can see past the mask that I’ve been trained to wear. I’ve never been able to talk about the things that are important, but I’ve found that I can better get my point across when I’m writing. So that’s what this is. Me trying to communicate something to you that I don’t have words for. Maybe I’m just trying to understand myself better. When I started this I promised I’d write the unvarnished truth, no matter what it may be, but to do that I decided to stay anonymous so that I could freely speak my truth. I hope you’ll forgive me, although “who” I am is probably better contained here in these pages than it is under the mere title or a name.