My entire being.

I feel like I’m the problem. Complex trauma. Autism. Relationship issues. Suicidality. Physical pain. Heartbreaking Loneliness. Anxiety. Depression.

It feels like I’m the cause of all the pain and I’m supposed to be the cure.

I was told by a therapist a few months ago that they finally knew the reasons why I didn’t have friends or why all my therapists haven’t worked out.

It was me.

There’s is no cure.