I thought there was something wrong with me for not being like other people.  For not being able to think like they did. For feeling over-sensitive and overwhelmed.  For having different views and for just being completely freaking different.  I thought I was broken and inherently unworthy of love. I was definitely wrong.

Toward the end of 2019, I had begun to have recurring thoughts of driving my car into a tree. To have a thought like that out of the blue? Well, that’s one thing, but to have it every time I got behind the wheel of my car? That’s another thing entirely.  I knew based on that thought and that thought alone that things were not ok.