Being "Broken"

I just wanna preface this with an apology, because I have absolutely no idea where to post it. I've literally been thinking about it since I woke up.
I've spent most of my life feeling "broken". I guess as someone who's gender identity is fluid and autistic, this makes sense. I got bullied a lot as a kid and spent most of my teen years with my head down. I was always too loud, too sensitive, too literal, and always too obsessed with my current interest. My spouse and I have been working on my trauma and my sensitivities and I've made a lot of progress since then.
I guess my main takeaway is that I'm thankful to live in a time where I can talk about this stuff and live a mostly normal life.
My main way of coping is to put little shards of my soul into my characters, my most precious ones being Corey and Kitty. I can't relate to all of their traumas, but Corey holds my religious trauma and Kitty holds my history of feeling not enough for the adults in my life. I'm coming up with tattoo designs for them, they've gotten me through so much in the 10 years I've had them close to my heart. I'm glad to have a roleplay with Corey living a mostly normal life. They deserve it.
Even if we have different backgrounds, traumas, and personalities, they will always hold a part of me. Even if that little piece is just sharing a favorite song, a favorite dessert, how they drink their coffee, or how they order their boba tea.
My precious creations have saved me time and time again. My thoughts are worlds, exponentially expanding and creating. Where would they go if I died? Would they die along with me? Would someone I love pick them up and carry the torch for me?
I love you, my darlings. Even if my stories go nowhere, I hope at least one person gets some joy out of them. I hope they can take a little piece of my soul and carry it with them, whether or not they know it. That's how I want to live on.
Anyway, if you've read this, thank you. I just needed to put my feelings into words.