Over the past few years, I have gotten better at accepting things for what they are. At first, I was not particularly fond of the way things are and had to be. I have found that growing to accept how things are today is just a part of life. Things change and grow into what they are. I realized that not everyone and everything is guaranteed to have the things that I often take for granted.

Before things settled, my anxiety often kicked in. It made me want to avoid reality and run away. I wanted to regress from what had happened. This was because of the discomfort it brought, which I did not like or want to experience. I have grown to accept things for what they are. I have become willing to understand difficult and challenging things. I am grateful for having them for what they are. I understand that things are just what they are. It can be hard to accept what things are. Yet, I know they are better than what they used to be.

I know I am brave enough to be my best, even when accepting things for what they are is hard. I have to do what it takes to get through the hard times. I must be determined to be the best. People who look up to me and value me expect it. A few years ago, I realized I had acted in a disappointing way. I didn’t want to act that way anymore. I wanted to do what was right for me. I demonstrated to those who viewed me as a capable person that I can exert the necessary effort. I can get through things like change and accept things for what they are, even if they are hard. Being brave is essential. We must do what is needed to cope and overcome the hard times. These challenges seem to exist in a world that feels overwhelming for us as autistic beings.

Things were made to be what they were. I was the first one who wanted to run away. These things made me uncomfortable with doing things as they were meant to be. I wanted to run away from everything because I feared what happen. I didn’t like or expect things that seemed doomed to fail. I wanted to protect myself from further hurt. I didn’t realize that what happened was partly a good thing. Its nature compelled me to accept things for what they were. As hard as it was, they were here. I had to take it upon myself to do what was right. I had to make things the best they be to get through the hardest parts. Doing uncomfortable things is the reality. It must be accepted for what it is, whether I like it or not.

Knowing that it was best to do what I have to do to live the life I want is crucial. I need to be the best I can be. This understanding requires accepting some things for what they are. I must cope and do what it takes to care for myself. Only then can I be at my best when facing challenges.