My name is April and I am neurodivergent. I always knew I was different. I never really felt like I fit in with my friends, at school, or with my family. I chalked it up to being an introvert with social anxiety. Struggling to be social led me to becoming dependent on alcohol and other substances. I started young and the excessive behavior would last for the next twenty years until I reached my forties. I am not sure what clicked or what my rock bottom was, but in March 2021, I finally surrendered and was ready to start my journey of self healing and self acceptance. I am finally at a point in my life where I am starting to understand who I am and being different from the neurotypical world is not a weakness. It is totally okay to be the round peg that does not fit in the square hole of society.
