It’s never the chronic pain that gets me. I still feel like that could get better someday. It’s not autism either. Not the agoraphobia. Not being nonbinary. Not climate change. It’s usually been unemployment and being held in the jaws of capitalism that makes me want to die. But now I have a job; for the first time, my life seemed like it’d work out. I can just barely afford everything I need and some of what I want. I have things I love doing and I can imagine being successful and accomplished at those pursuits and at my job. My health was even improving […]
