A short entry
I’ve gotten louder and louder in the last 18 months. When I first started getting sick, I laughed off the microaggressions. Then I’d educate people. Now, I fluctuate somewhere between a blunt boundary and out-and-out correcting someone, when I even have the energy.
Some days, I feel like I’m wasting away and I can barely manage to survive so on those days, I say nothing. But on the days when I have the fight in me, I’m fighting. Some days I just have all the fight. Because I can generally discern the difference between someone coming from a place of concern and the flat out disrespect or stupidity.
And it’s the latter I don’t have patience for.
I’m tired, too. Sending love and spoons, friend.