Mentally, I have transcended.
Where I live there is a lot of hate and lot of close minded racist, homophobic ,transphobic, body shaming people who don’t believe mental illness is a real thing
And that makes me so so mad I want to shake common decency into these ignorant people and let them know how hurtful and toxic there behaviour is and its honestly feels so isolating here 😡😤😠
The Marvel fandom. That friendly place where you always get attacked for giving an honest opinion or expressing an emotion or a thought about someone’s public text or gifset or WHATEVER the hell they posted TO BE SHARED lol 😅. In a public place! In content made to be shared and spoken about… Yeah. A place were you can only say good things or BE POSITIVE all the fucking time or ELSE you get dragged around thousands of blogs feeding on your blood.
It’s not a dictatorial state at all were all of us have to shut our mouths if we don’t like the stuff that appears on our dashboards.
That beautiful fandom *sarcasm* 😅
X-Men Annual #8
January 8, 1984
You start keeping a notepad journal you’ve affectionately named “Dumpster Fire Chronicles” and you jot down entries (sometimes multiple a day) to keep track of the RIDICULOUSLY MASSIVE amount of bullshit that plauges your department, so you can use it as ammo in HR at a later time 🙂
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May 10, 1978
It has been a very overwhelming, exhausting and difficult day all round. There has been an overload of emotions and complete numbness at the same time. Mountains of paperwork (tbh I have no idea what I was signing by the end of it) numerous physical checks and tests. Difficult goodbyes and awkward hellos. Messy timings. Being forgotten about already. Having to ask for snack when all I wanted to do was hide away and let them forget about me (I ended up having it nearly 1.5hours late due to being with doctor and staff forgetting about me).Tears/sobbing and hyperventilating. Incapability to make even the simplest of decisions. Many tissues. Wanting to leave. Feeling like a complete failure.
And in desperate need of a hug.
But I am alive. I am here.
The day is almost done and god am I ready for it to be over already.
First thought I had when I woke up?
I wonder if Eric is going to St George’s Park this morning. I think I need help.
Well, apparently I’m going up to Edinburgh on Monday for lunch.
trippING done with this i can t
The constant quotes of “This place” during that last Holby episode just about sums it up.
I mean how does that place have Public Liability Insurance?
So far we have The Car Park of Catastrophe ™ & The Basement of Doom ™. I mean, what’s next?!?