I think my medication has been regulated and I feel like a normal, functional person. I don’t want to go to work but I don’t dread it to the point of tears, I get annoyed but I don’t shake, I get upset but it doesn’t derail me, I get scared but I don’t have to dig a thumbtack into my skin to stop myself from panicking. It’s so nice.
I think the biggest thing I noticed is that I get off of work and can say “Phew! What a day! I’m very tired!” without being completely drained, exhausted and suicidal/having to spend an hour on the porch chain smoking to get myself to calm down from a normal ass 8 hour shift.
Maybe it’s not the medication? I’ve been trying to regulate my diet a little more but WHATEVER I’m doing seems to be working. I’m going to give it another week to be safe and then hopefully get back into writing!
Oppression is cooking being “women’s work,” while the overwhelming majority of top restaurant chefs are male.
Oppression is fashion being a “silly girl thing,” while the top earning designers and CEOs in fashion are male.
Oppression is reducing women to consumers profiting a male system, even in fields that we supposedly dominate.
this is so fucking important.