If I could rewrite this story, I'd end it on the night I graduated with my doctorate. That was the last high point I had & even that wasn't great. I knew I didn't have anything lined up after. It's been downhill since & that was decades ago. If I'd died then, there would've been some accomplishment, acknowledgement. It wouldn't have devolved into the crapfest of failure it became.
I'd definitely ended it before I moved here. That was a horrible decision. I wouldn't have made it into the 2000's & got diagnosed. At every point that there's been some sign of possibility the door has always closed; sometimes slowly, others slammed.
The people of this state slammed another door last night. They voted to keep the lowest possible minimum wage. If I could, I'd move, but that's not really an option. I'm pretty sure I won't be changing locations until I die. The entire state's a trap.
To every asshat that voted against helping others make a decent living, your malignant selves are destroying the thing you say you love. Talk about an abusive relationship.
Cya...






