I dreamt that someone I knew had lost the battle with depression, and that it had happened right in front of me despite me pleading at the top of my lungs for them not to do it. And I remember getting so incredibly angry because other people I knew made fun of them after they were gone. Like, "here comes the old autistic meltdowns I didn't know how to handle" angry, when I saw something that felt deeply, deeply unjust and couldn't understand it.

And when I woke up the first thing I did was check my phone to make sure it hadn't happened, because all of it - the suicide, and the post-suicide mockery - felt so real. Like it could have happened.

I believed that I'd wake up to a bunch of people I know mocking someone else I know for committing suicide.

I hate what social media does to us, sometimes. Making us all a little less humane.