I've Been Following You For A While And I Just Wanted To Say That I Love Seeing You Get Better And Better!!!

I've been following you for a while and I just wanted to say that I love seeing you get better and better!!! Recovery is so hard but the thought that you will be okay makes me so happy

You are so sweet for reaching out to me. I wonder sometimes why anyone would want to read this thing, but if you find a bit of validation or hope in my clumsy attempt at recovery I am glad for it.

Healing is very hard, but it's the best decision I've ever made. There are still so many miserable days, but I feel like I'm in control of my brain again. And that's a start.

I hope that you remember how strong you are as you push through whatever struggles you are going through. Know that you aren't alone, and that you deserve kindness and peace. Reach out again if you need to.

I never thought I'd have to write a post like this, but here we are.

If your "feminism" excludes anyone or your definition of woman is reduced to a series of dna check marks, we're not like-minded.

I'm not interested in discourse and I will shut that down if it begins. So y'all can keep it to yourself.

But if you're using any of my posts to make a point even in that ball park, you're barking up the wrong tree. And i will tell you so - the politeness of which will vary depending on the kind of day I'm having and the severity of your infraction.

Just something to think about before you hit reblog.

Survival.

when lizzo said “self love is survival” and when hannah gadsby said “do you understand what self-deprecation means when it comes from somebody who already exists in the margins? it’s not humility. it’s humiliation” and when mitski said “i used to rebel by destroying myself, but realized that’s awfully convenient to the world. for some of us our best revolt is self preservation”

Deja-vu

Yesterday I got reamed out by my boss for doing what he asked me to do. It's very familiar.

I gave them until October 25. I was too generous.

Not that it particularly matters, but that interaction with my boss was the last one I had with him. No good luck wish, no hand shake, nothing.

He hated me to my very core and I have no idea why.

It's done.

Now to deal with the guilt of leaving my staff and possibly of having to bum gas money off my wonderfully supportive and uplifting woman.

He would tell me I'm trash. And no matter how many times she reassures me of the opposite, it's his words that seem to stick.

I'm resigning from my job tomorrow. As of right now i will be without work at the end of the month ( if he doesn't fire me first).