Disability & Working: Messy Feelings
Warning: This blog post contains personal introspection of mental health, mentions of ableism, internalized ableism, emotional abuse, and suicidal ideation. Oh, also rambling. Hey folks, I haven’t been super active on here lately & that is because I have been super busy. Like busier than I have in a long time, I have a job again, and many other adult things I've set in motion. Something I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to have for the last year. This development has been...interesting... For the first time in years I am able to do this, have a job I mean. This is largely due to finally being on anti-depressants that: 1. Don’t give me debilitating headaches/migraines. 2. Have actually greatly lessened the weight of my depression & anxiety. For those who follow me on twitter for the past year may remember my various tweets talking about the awful pain I was in. And before the migraines and twitter, going to work induced a lot of panic attacks & just downward spirali