I’ve been in a fog for weeks now. A depressive fog so thick I’m not entirely sure where the month has gone or what I’ve even done. Everything feels so foreign and distant, so distorted. My grades are still fine, even social statistics, but I have no clear memories of studying or doing the work. I have a test on Thursday but no real idea what it’s on, although apparently, I did last weeks homework, but that feels so distant now. Not that it’s going to matter.
I surrender. I surrender to all of it. I realize now that the only way I can escape is to surrender.
I finally got into therapy after months of fighting with insurance and scheduling and having them schedule my appointment in the wrong town despite me telling them it had to be here a dozen times because I cannot drive.
Can therapy make…

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My name is Nathan Young. I'm the founder of the Autism Candles project. I am a self-advocate. The candle project exist to make a statement about inclusion and opportunity. My email is Feel free to contact me.


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