shit.
I know my family members have been asking me ‘seemingly’ harmless questions about me being off my meds and if I feel ‘better’, but the reality is - and no one in my family knows this - is that I’ve been on medication since the end of Dec 2023.
I’m parading around a massive lie that I am ‘off medication’ and that I ‘made it’.
I reckon I would have taken my life at some point this year or lost my job if I continued on the way I did, but who the hell am I to make that judgement? I have a house over my head, food in the fridge, a warm bed to sleep in and a well paying job.
I hate this immigrant mentality that mental health medication is fucking poison.
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doing the right thing shouldn't be so hard and painful btw
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me: i am going to make contact w the iww about organizing my workplace bc we all keep talking about it but we need someone to actually do it and it may as well be me
me, immediately after sending the reply email to set up a time to talk w a local representative: ah, i am full of anxiety
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The worst part of this leg injury is how scared I am for the potential consequences if I take too many days off because of it.
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