You've just summed up a few years of my life in a single sentence.
There was a year-long period where I wanted to be seen as an outgoing, exciting party girl. While I was able to meet a lot of people and have some interesting experiences, I was pushing myself beyond what was comfortable with. I would have days spent totally exhausted and unable to do anything because I had run out of social energy and had drank too much. I finally came to my senses when I came to a realization that all of this was doing more harm than good.
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Given a “tentative” diagnosis as a child as I needed services at school for what was later correctly discovered to be a major anxiety disorder.
This misdiagnosis caused me significant stress, which lessened upon finding out the truth about myself from my current and past long-term therapists - that I am an anxious and highly sensitive person but do not have an autism spectrum disorder.
My diagnoses - social anxiety disorder and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
I’m no longer involved with the ASD world.