It’s April, Autism Awareness Month and I want to this year give awareness about how damn hard it is creating and keeping friendships when you have Autism or any seen/unseen disability and/or mental health condition, by doing exactly that, or at least do what I can to try and do that.
This is my story for thanksgiving. The meaning behind “Bus Friends”, everything I didn’t quite tell other than to my closest friends. If you are struggling with friendships or relationships, give this story a read. I hope it inspires you as out of everything I have written on my blog, this has just got to be one of the hardest things to write. That’s partly why I am putting it out here, because I do not want to write about it any more.
All of the time it is either me that is feeling like shit or someone close to me that is feeling like shit. We all have our bad days but it’s just crazy how life tricks you when you think everything is ok.
There’s a girl in the bathtub
Blood gushing from her wrists
There’s a boy on London Bridge
Watching the water flow on by
We’re only broken souls trying to find our way,
trying to find our way through the dark
If you say you haven’t ever had an addiction, you know that it ain’t true. In life, we all will go through an addiction in some form or factor. You may not realise it, but I bet every single person reading this has an addiction or two.
Self harm really just isn’t understood. Some people think we want to self harm, think we want to die, think we have no hope in us.
Self harm is just like when you get the urge to lust, it’s just like when you get the urge to smoke (I don’t smoke but I understand what it’s like), or to have a drink/snack that you told yourself you aren’t going to have.