[Serious] Rational reason for ending my life.

[Rev. Rye]

Getting professional help has been a boon for my life. Then again, my therapist A) was pretty familiar with autism both as a professional and a grandparent, and B) knew my father (though she was never his therapist.) I guess I lucked out. That said, my first psychiatrist was shit, being the sort of person who'd prescribe me with meds that didn't work in their lowest dosage and left me like Leo in that one scene of Wolf of Wall Street at their second-lowest and then conveniently decided to leave the state when it became clear they weren't working. At least my second psychiatrist has worked out well.

And even if it takes a while to get the right fit with a pro, well, I think Vulcan and I've helped with a few other stopgaps, even if mine were more Appollonian than his. And AWTY and I have given you the number for the National Suicide Prevention Line. Belacqua might have helped given you some empathy with their story about the easel. It may not be much, but it's probably a decent start.