an actual conversation I had today with someone I hadn’t talked to in a while.

“So are you working now? :D”

uhhh no, I am still as permanently disabled as I was last time we talked.

I wish I didn’t always feel like I have to add on “but I am working on a plan” like I have to justify my lack of employment with a false sense of ambition.

Who cares that my body is systematically ripping itself to shreds? It’s clear that I haven’t tried hard enough to live a normal life. After all, normal people do it all the time.