It’s difficult not to read the world around me as saying that if I were at least just a little bit worse maybe there’s a chance for the disability financial supports that I actually already need right now. The world should not be designed to urge me to get worse. I’m not a suicidal ideation guy. I’m not a self-harm guy. But fucking Christ, would it help if I were? Are you saying my only path forward is first to go further down?
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No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.