Today on January 2nd of 2023, I am still coming to terms with being diagnosed autistic at the age of 47.
Yesterday was a rough day for me. Yes, the start of 2023, but I realized how sensitive and rigid I am and had this momentary breakdown over feeling attacked in a situation others would not have taken as I did. That being said, the floodgates opened, and I felt as though I ruined every relationship in my past.
So, as I did many moons ago, I will use this platform to write about my journey. To get back into writing for me and hopefully help others along the way. I’m not broken, and I hope to see that as this journey continues.
So this gal is anemic again & has a thyroid being a little bitch and not working how it should. So I go in to see why my vision is off and why these migraines come to visit daily like an unwanted house guest, and instead, I find out other nonsense.
It’s funny that my ferritin is low again because, in my picture memories, it showed that I was getting an iron infusion this day last year. It’s like my body is on a cycle.
I can’t wait until I can go a year without my body reminding me who is in charge, and it seems this isn’t the year for that.