Well here I am. Emailing BOLI my life history with of medical records. My life is on BOLI deadlines and court deadlines. I am lost in a maze, I have no clean clothes as I must do laundry. My activism needs to get restarted as I am suffering with depression that is showing itself. Showing itself bigtime...I can smell my own wrine and I have not eaten all day. I need to go to the doctor and get on meds. I to ld myself that I would journal and now I am seeing myself a decay without the meds. THe meds are like a new person.
I still remain silent. I need to write letters, I need to get shit done. I think the anxiety is better but the depression is worst. We still rise, we will not apologize for anything!Not a Good Queer on Blog Spot!
The Definition of Queer is strange or unusual but the word is used to oppress others...
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