A close-up photo of a person (me) with short hair and tearful blue eyes, gazing into the camera with a raw and vulnerable expression. Their face is flushed and furrowed from crying, lips slightly pursed. They’re wearing a soft blue lace nightgown, and the lighting is gentle. The image captures a deeply emotional moment—grief, recognition, and a quiet kind of relief—taken in the moment they first learned about MCDD and saw their own story reflected back at them.
Honestly, #MCDD sounds like #autism with a heavy dose of #DPDR. And honestly… it sounds like me.
The fact that this term even exists means someone, somewhere, must’ve felt what I feel. That maybe I’m not alone.
God, it’s felt so lonely.
I want to scream “Why Me?” at the stars & planets.
