Wow 2023 has sure did a number on me.

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Well the saying still stands true when it rains it pours, I have taken a lot of BS this year and it's only May for Christ's sake. My year started out with notice from my landlord in mid January that his wife had served him divorce papers and that he would be putting putting the house on the market. I had until the end of March to secure housing and make arrangements for the moving of all my stuff. Not a unreasonable timeline in the times before 2020 and the whole COVID-19 fiasco but now Canada has a huge housing shortage because of our all knowing government has brought in record high amounts of immigrants. Because of all this rent has just about doubled and now I faced the hard decision to move back in with my parents. Not only did I have to move from my basement suite to my parent's house but I would also have to downsize 700 square feet of household items into a 100 square foot room in my Mom's converted garage. This meant that I had to get rid all of all of my furniture other than a small reading chair and my bed. Once I got the downsizing done it was down to moving my stuff across town to my parent's house, I figured that 2-4 pick up truck loads would do the job so I made a deal with a friend that I would pay for his gas and take him out for lunch afterwards if he would help me move and use his truck in addition to my own. The week prior to the move my friend and I had a fight and he said that he would not help me move, no big deal I can move on my own right? Nope 4 days before moving days my truck started having problems indicative of low fuel pressure and would be unable to carry a load of boxes to my Mom's house. I made the decision to tow my truck to a repair shop 2 days before the move. So without a vehicle of my own and 2 days to go before moving day I was pretty nervous and stressed about my situation, Thankfully my Mom was able to find a moving company on short notice but it would not be cheap less than 2 hours of moving cost me 400.00 dollars. The move went smoothly so I was relieved. About 3 weeks prior to the move I started working my seasonal job as a Landscaper, I had planned to work one more year while working on a escape plan into a less stressful career. Unfortunately that was not in the cards my boss fired me illegally in early April without proper warning. I don't like to play the oh poor me card but I feel that I was fired because of fact that I was Autistic and for things that I could not help such as slow verbal processing and that I cannot work a 5 day 40 hour work week. If losing my home and job wasn't enough my Mom and StepDad sat me down in late April and told me that they are getting a divorce. This has affected me a lot as my StepDad is the closest thing I have to a father figure in my life as my Dad abandoned me at 13.

Well that's about it folks thanks for reading all this if you have gotten all the way to the end.

I hope things settle down and improve for you, after you've caught your breath again...that was quite a ride!

I hope things improve for you, soon.

I read your post from start to end. It sounds like an unfortunate sequence of events. My unknown condition is causing me to obsess over numbers, and constantly reminding me of upcoming numerical combinations that I tend to think adversely about every month, due to past observations. But not necessarily trauma. Just a false assumption of the norm.

One minor 'positive' of this effing year was getting a slightly better idea of the conditions, and symptoms of ADD. I am still stagnating, due to being in a situation where I feel like there is nobody to help. NTs tend to ignore me, unless I contact them. It's the same with conversations. I ask 99% of the questions.

The rough seas should become less full on, as time goes on. The last third of each month gives me the most anxiety. And then it changes to the first. Until you reach the finish line, you haven't technically achieved your goal. I have some kind of phobia in regards to male friends around my age, and I certainly don't get along with many females. The treadmill keeps turning every minute. Occasionally a series of ****ups is followed by the opposite.

Well, just now, a myriad of events is causing me to question the validity of my existence yet again. I absolutely hate weekends. The other side of the supposed brain keeps on repeating the same sh!t endlessly, over and over, whilst attempting to concentrate on a complicated task. There's only so much I can take.

I have wondered to myself if getting on the wrong side of the law would be more beneficial than stagnating like I am now. At least it would attract the attention of professionals, unlike my current situation. I have considered this multiple times now. But haven't succumbed to it, due to 0.01 chance that things may become less effed up at some point.

Might sound antisocial. But it's still better than pretending things are flawless.

And four hours later, I'm getting an insight yet again into why folks commit suicide.

Stay on the right side of the law!

You don't want to seek a whole new pile of serious trouble to join the troubles you already have.

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