As an AuDHD person, I frequently say I feel like a little boy lost in a 1980s K-Mart.
I haven't had friends for over 25 years, and my remaining family won't help. They won't accept the fact that I now need support after I burned out last year. I'm so incredibly alone and scared all the time.
I feel the same. Trapped and being constantly told "Ask for help if you need it" but when I do, my pleas for help ignored. I end up taking matters into my own hands as I'm impulsive like that. It never ends well 😐
Set in the early 1980s, a lost brown hair young Caucasian boy sitting with his hands covering his terrified crying face among round racks of hanging clothing in a store. matte illustration with a tense atmosphere with exaggerated colors and shadows to evoke feelings of concern for the boy