After having a rough weekend (psych stuff), something good happened.
I had a fight with T about six months ago...she had been one of the best friends I've ever had...and we didn't talk for a long time. After the fight is when I started having more severe issues with my depression and OCD (still am but whatever). I missed her terribly and every day I'd think about her and wonder if she was okay etc...
She and C (my other BF from our Anime club) didn't know that whenever I was feeling horrible (in any way) I would relive all the cool things we did together...random trips, doll related craziness, those heart-to-hearts etc. Those are the moments, in my opinion, that make life worth living :) Friends make life sweet even when it's bitter.
But...it's hard for everyone to be a good friend...autism or not. I finally told T about it...she said "I'm sorry" but I told her not to say that because it's nothing bad (even though I'm still trying to convince myself of that). I'm still learning the ropes, but I don't feel as lost as I have over the past twenty years...
Anyway, she said it was okay. And I've learned over the past six months that healing is a process, often a long and sorrowful one...but then you come to the end and you think "Damn, it was worth it."
And now the two people I love the most know my secret.
Damn, it was worth it.
I had a fight with T about six months ago...she had been one of the best friends I've ever had...and we didn't talk for a long time. After the fight is when I started having more severe issues with my depression and OCD (still am but whatever). I missed her terribly and every day I'd think about her and wonder if she was okay etc...
She and C (my other BF from our Anime club) didn't know that whenever I was feeling horrible (in any way) I would relive all the cool things we did together...random trips, doll related craziness, those heart-to-hearts etc. Those are the moments, in my opinion, that make life worth living :) Friends make life sweet even when it's bitter.
But...it's hard for everyone to be a good friend...autism or not. I finally told T about it...she said "I'm sorry" but I told her not to say that because it's nothing bad (even though I'm still trying to convince myself of that). I'm still learning the ropes, but I don't feel as lost as I have over the past twenty years...
Anyway, she said it was okay. And I've learned over the past six months that healing is a process, often a long and sorrowful one...but then you come to the end and you think "Damn, it was worth it."
And now the two people I love the most know my secret.
Damn, it was worth it.
