Minor outline revision. Another kink in the timeline straightened out.
Freedom to say and be and do now.
Wonder what will happen now. The anxiety is a fading memory. My brain is whispering secrets I couldn't hear before through all the noise.
I set myself up. I blogged out loud so I could turn inside out and start seeing myself. I didn't even know it was a long game strategy. All those clues I couldn't figure out, all the scattered pieces I couldn't fit together.
Not just autism spectrum. Not just depression and PTSD. Not just.
All my mes. I knew I was playing a game, and I knew there were other names. But I didn't know that I didn't know them all.
I have waited out the respectful silence. I have owned my weirdness without blame. In the meantime I have learned how to approach my own topic in a much healthier way and earned a better life for that.
The goal is still the same.
Revenge is best served cold.
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