Telling me where it is is good direction-giving. But it won't suffice explaining what it is what to do with it.

I'm low-energy. Low-energy means it takes stim-listening (My Most Underrated Coping Skill) on most days just to writer or tweet. I was spent before spending 4-5 days just recently to rewrite my 2020 suicide survival story.

I'm not trying to project onto you, but I could really use an agent to manage Twitter and my writing as insane as that sounds. Whether its you, GB Rogut for Unexpected Autistic, or anyone else, I am exhausted and incapable of figuring out how to get my writing to the worldwide equivalent of going viral.

Piecemeal instructions of what might help don't make much sense. Following more accounts is something simple on my brain I can try..

My trauma wasn't just late diagnosis. It was kicked up several notches last June and not addressed before my traitorous mental healthcare provider destroyed my trust by discharging me. I haven't gone up hill. I've gone downhill. To do the 13 new articles (after June 20th) took everything I had. After I finished my rewritten survival story I finally had burnout.

And I don't think its gone..

I'm nearing my limit for what more I can do and I've been stretching myself out for a decade. In general. That's not your fault nor am I trying to guilt trip you or anything. All I literally have left is one word in front of the other an hope it gets out. I don't know what that means for people trying to help me. Or you.

I'd be surprised if I'm still writing much of anything by this time next year. I need a miracle. Every day is crawling to the next..