The first two decades of a person’s life are perhaps the most versatile. You come into this world, you go through your childhood, your teenage years, and take the first steps into adulthood. All that fun, the after-school activities, the extracurriculars, the school events, the holidays, the friendships, the memories. Graduation, prom, getting accepted into university or getting a job. You develop so much as a person, as you find out more and more about who you are, what you like, what you’re good at, what you want. But what if you can’t? Wondering, day after day, why other people just don’t seem to get you. Feeling like an alien. Struggling so much to find meaningful connections, even though you try so hard. Pondering the questions: “Is something wrong with me? Am I broken? Should I try being like the others, even if it goes against everything I stand for and believe?” Supressing key parts of yourself to avoid being an outcast and still ending up alone. All while the world tells you, it’s all your fault. Could you imagine? I can. Because that was my reality pre-diagnosis. And now I’m on a journey to find my true self again.