I can't find a word that comes close to how I'm feeling these days...maybe anxiously lost or just in desperate need of therapy.
I know what's broken but I can't seem to fix it myself. No sooner do I figure out how to put one wheel back on the ox cart I'm dragging then the other one falls off.
Guess I'm just keeping my shit together enough to get to my next appointment.
The damn rudder has broken off the boat, Again...and no shore in sight. Looks like a storm is brewing on the rapidly moving horizon. Tightening the screws and putting on the rough weather gear.
When I allow my censors to go down and I truly write what I'm thinking, it all comes out so....Aspie. I don't know. Do other autistics think and write visually, in metaphors?
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