I’m sick of having depression. I’m sick of having a mood disorder. I’m sick of having a personality disorder. I’m sick of being autistic. I’m sick of constantly having to explain every little thing I do or why and how my illnesses are manifesting physically. I’m sick of fighting.

I’m sick of being completely exhausted from the second I wake up til the second I fall asleep. I’m sick of being told I’m not trying hard enough when I have to try harder than most. I’m sick of having nothing to show for my struggles and constantly winding up back at square one.

I’m sick of constantly having to perform for others because they don’t know how to handle or understand me. It’s so tiring acting 24/7. It’s so tiring not being able to be yourself.

I’m sick of being seen as an inconvenience because my brain is wired differently. It’s an inconvenience having to hide and mask and play pretend to make my existence easier for others. Fuck the stigma around talking about this shit. My feelings aren’t an inconvenience.

I am deserving of understanding, of kindness, of love. We all are.