We keep doing the same things over and over. Nothing changes or improves for the better.

Do people really look at unhoused or poor people and see laziness?
Do people really look at people surviving mental illness and see only chemical imbalance?

We wouldn't talk about anything at all. We wouldn't eat together.

I lived a solitary, isolated existence. They lived their caste-derived lives. Births, birthdays, anniversaries, deaths have all taken place in these 3 years. I have been locked in a room, attempting to protect my mental/emotional/intellectual/spiritual wellbeing.

Things have been so painful since 2019. Things had been a different type of painful since 1997 when I was 9 years old.

There is nothing that could ever exist which would warrant such suffering.

Things have been super weird since late 2022.

I didn't want to return to a household that didn't care about my mental health, nor their own. They exploit caste privilege. I attempt as far as possible not to. I am not someone who can easily ignore the truth of the suffering required for the production, maintainence, and consumption of privilege, regardless of the specific type of privilege.