Intrusive thoughts constant. The need to end my life hurt myself. Why.
I'm ok until I'm not. It feels so fragile so futile it's not a question of if but when?
Suicide is much more prevalent in autistic women and god I understand why, it feels like there's no hope. And this isn't about autism being a tragedy, it isn't. It's the invisible barrier between me and everything, everyone and it's the constant struggle that isn't seen. Does anyone understand me?