Clawing my way back out of the well.

Hello
So fair warning this might get heavy.

Bit of my background I grew up mostly in foster care due my parents being just awful people. I'm Dyspraxic, dyslexic and have ADHD and those weren't diagnosed until way later, so for the majority of my childhood and teens I was always labelled the problem child the idiot who wasn't going to amount to anything.
Instead of trying to figure out why I was the way I was I got excluded from school moved foster homes for being too difficult.
In my mid teens I was out of foster care for being too old out of school cut loose to find my own way in life and well crash and burn is what happened.
I tried to find work and I did I started to thrive then I made friends with the wrong people.
From years of being treated like a problem mixed with low self esteem people with dyspraxia can have I was desperate to please to be liked and it led to me being manipulated to lend them money and gaslight into doing stuff I shouldn't have. I spiralled I lost my job and ended up reliant on the very people who helped cause the spiral and instead of help I got used more.
I'm not proud of that time.

Eventually they got bored of me and ditched me and I mean literally I passed out in their car and they dumped me in the middle of nowhere.
No money no friends left miles from where I called home no idea what to do.
I got low I was on the streets trying to survive. It got too much I found a high bridge and climbed on the side stood looking down just crying preparing to jump next thing I'm falling back onto pavement two men spotted me and pulled me back off the edge.
They saved me I didn't know it at the time but they had.
I got sectioned I got help and started to understand my conditions and how they affected me.
I'm still healing rebuilding my life.

I'm sorry this is a rambling post I'm not the best with words and explaining myself.
But if you read this thank you for taking the time.