These are hitting me just right.
Mentally ill woman in her late 30s. Quit my jobs with DIDDs to go to work a retail job and go to school.
I’m here to help!
Formerly @kbin.social.
These are hitting me just right.
I would like to add to this conversation, “I’ve talked it over with myself and I’ve decided I’m going on strike,” is an extremely powerful thing to say.
…I didn’t promise my addition would be valuable.
I forgot that was the actor’s name and for a second thought he’d gotten married.
I’ve been open on the fediverse about my background.
The problem with being a major depressive for the first 36 years of your life is, you meet a lot of friends in treatment, and statistically, many of them don’t make it.
I recently surprised myself by telling the boyfriend two stories back-to-back and hearing myself say, “they died in (x) year.” Some of us outlive others. Some of us outlive a lot of others. That just makes those of is who make it all the more precious, and makes the example we lead that much more critical.
(Yes. 36 years of depression. And yes. It was actually worth it to live through it and get to the other side.)
And probably cold, too.
This is the internet. No one cares if you know something or not. You don’t have to be defensive about it.
I can’t really comment on the European experience though, so I said American, which I am, and which I am qualified to talk about.
Oh, also I have an exceedingly rare hereditary disease, so it feels like a certainty I’ll need it for myself someday.
I believe every American knows someone whose life is made substantially worse because of a lack of access to healthcare.
I want to set this up and learn to use it. I want to keep it and maintain it and wait. Because I’ll inevitably hear from someone that they can’t afford their life-saving medication.
The New Text Document makes this.
That does not mean they do not have value.
Also I’m shocked we haven’t seen a snake person come and argue they get depressed.
Should be butterfly pasta! We’ve been robbed!
I’m a woman. This person has the absolute best advice.
The man I’m with currently has nailed my interests so hard I’m halfway to creaming my jeans before he even kisses me. And I’ve never ever ever experienced anything like it.
I really do love convenience!
We claimed it is erasure first, and now here’s our flag.
I worked for Walmart in the mid 2000s.
It’s not classist. That place is a hellhole. There’s a reason so many people who work there are on food stamps.
It’s classist to be mad at people who live in food deserts and can’t shop elsewhere. It’s classist to be fine with the system that puts people in jobs that don’t actually support them. It’s classist to look down on folks who get stuck in those jobs. It’s not classist for someone to be unhappy that they got stuck in such a job.
Fuck Walmart.
(I worked there and was a CSM before being able to move to a better job in 2010.)
That’s so fucking wholesome.
According to Number One Point Zero at the Bureau of Bureaucracy.
This flurry of posts strikes me as a hyperfocus fixation and that only makes it funnier.