For my disabled folx
As a person who is partially disabled myself, it is key that we find a way to make meaning of our suffering. I know it's like the most toxic positivity shit amiright? RIGHT AND WRONG. Shit sucks. It sucks hardcore. Anndddd if we don't make something bigger out of it, we will dwindle away into sour little things. I don't want to dwindle away into a sour little thing. I understand that some people are overcome by their burdens and my heart is so so sad for them. I pray for them that they may find a pathway out the mental hell that reality sometimes is. I feel sorry for every living thing that lives in utter torture. What a sad sad way to live. Escaping hell myself, I want to share my happiness. Not because I am trying to fix yours. You fix yours or don't fix yours. Keep your shit to yourself if I don't want it. Not my fucking problem. But it is my fucking problem that I feel compelled to speak about my god forsaken journey. So here I go. I will share my insanity with...