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I think I walked 5 miles today? I have no idea. I have a circuit, and I estimate it might be 2.5 miles. I have a pedometer, it says I did 15k, I have no idea how these conversions work, how accurate that they are.
It was fun. A few walks.. just, go out, enjoy my day, it's sort of working.
Applied for a bunch of jobs, but of course, for me, that means, letting them know how unreasonable they are, and tell them what is reasonable.
I have been communicating with several different organizations trying to get involved, but the response level is both low and negative. I'm convinced that no one wants anything to do with HSRs.
They can make whatever other excuses that they want to, but regardless of which reason they are choosing, they are discriminating.
I still have energy at the end of the day, I'm just going to call that a good thing, and chill out for a while.
I've been incredibly aggravated the past few days. Trying to talk to other HSRs to see if they are going through anything similar, but I'm not getting any response that seems related.
Folks want to keep screaming mental illness at me: I don't care if you are right that a person is retarded, or whatever else you want to argue, there are human rights related to quality of living, and mine are being violated. I'm feccing tired.
I should definitely be on disability, I am definitely disabled. I have never applied for disability for mental illness, and I never will. I will never agree that any problems related to my brain are stronger than any problems I have related to my chest. I feel like they truly are trying to justify giving me a lobotomy at this point.
Every time I get hospitalized, all of the hospital workers are either of another nationality, or another race, or both. I'm interested in doctors without borders as a functioning system, but this definitely isn't it. I'm basically being captured and detained by immigrants.
I went to school for International studies, and I was an immigrant. Are you telling me that I went to school for some stupid damsel in distress scenario? Because that is what it feels like is happening.
I already did that, I got feccing heart surgery. You know what happens to a person with heart disease that doesn't receive treatment? You die. That's it. You have no idea where I am. Even if you know where I am in terms of geography, you have zero clue where I am in terms of things that I have been through, and even things that I have done.
I have justified anger, but I'm also exhausted from being angry, and some of my anger is definitely health related. But I am convinced that my anger is not only related to injustices in my life, but also to my heart, my chest, more than my brain.
I'm so exhausted from life being nothing but arguing with people.
It was fun. A few walks.. just, go out, enjoy my day, it's sort of working.
Applied for a bunch of jobs, but of course, for me, that means, letting them know how unreasonable they are, and tell them what is reasonable.
I have been communicating with several different organizations trying to get involved, but the response level is both low and negative. I'm convinced that no one wants anything to do with HSRs.
They can make whatever other excuses that they want to, but regardless of which reason they are choosing, they are discriminating.
I still have energy at the end of the day, I'm just going to call that a good thing, and chill out for a while.
I've been incredibly aggravated the past few days. Trying to talk to other HSRs to see if they are going through anything similar, but I'm not getting any response that seems related.
Folks want to keep screaming mental illness at me: I don't care if you are right that a person is retarded, or whatever else you want to argue, there are human rights related to quality of living, and mine are being violated. I'm feccing tired.
I should definitely be on disability, I am definitely disabled. I have never applied for disability for mental illness, and I never will. I will never agree that any problems related to my brain are stronger than any problems I have related to my chest. I feel like they truly are trying to justify giving me a lobotomy at this point.
Every time I get hospitalized, all of the hospital workers are either of another nationality, or another race, or both. I'm interested in doctors without borders as a functioning system, but this definitely isn't it. I'm basically being captured and detained by immigrants.
I went to school for International studies, and I was an immigrant. Are you telling me that I went to school for some stupid damsel in distress scenario? Because that is what it feels like is happening.
I already did that, I got feccing heart surgery. You know what happens to a person with heart disease that doesn't receive treatment? You die. That's it. You have no idea where I am. Even if you know where I am in terms of geography, you have zero clue where I am in terms of things that I have been through, and even things that I have done.
I have justified anger, but I'm also exhausted from being angry, and some of my anger is definitely health related. But I am convinced that my anger is not only related to injustices in my life, but also to my heart, my chest, more than my brain.
I'm so exhausted from life being nothing but arguing with people.
