I'm tired of the weather dictating my mental health. I don't even understand why it happens. But I do know that I'm sick of it. Every spring and autumn feels sinister. The air feels like it can't decide between hot or cold. Anxiety creates a cloud that follows me everywhere. My brain tells me to do things I don't logically want to do. Cease existence. Cease my amazing relationship. Take every pill in sight. Undo all progress I've made on myself.

It gets more difficult to fight myself.

47 is fucking fundraising for his midterms.

.... He has $6mil. WHO THE FUCK IS DONATING TO THE RICH? HES LITERALLY FRIENDS WITH THE WEALTHIEST PERSON ON THE PLANET.
People are so stupid, I swear.

It repulses me that one trauma dream can make me feel like all my progress is undone. I dreamt of my ex who threatened to murder two of my best friends, and to have his friends hold me down (in a straight jacket) and make me watch as he dropped my cat into a dogfighting ring. And it took one dream for all of this to be undone and to feel like I had to be with him again.

As if the man I am with now isn't the sweetest, kindest, most loving person I could ask for. And it was undone with one dream

How do you tell people that their paranoia about trans women "in the bathroom with my daughters" has only created a bigger issue? You were worried about the women who "passed" as women going in the same bathroom. So now everyone vag owner is going in the same bathroom and some of them are gonna be men with BEARDS. Well done.

The answer is: you don't tell them, because their skull is too thick
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