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i used to work at a Local Organic Produce store that's popular with the lefties in my city who are interested in food justice. i quit for a lot of reasons, mostly the boss, but something i will always remember is one of our suppliers coming in to drop off produce, being told her check wasn't ready, and her laughing and responding it didn't matter -- even a low bank account was more than enough to pay the migrants who picked her produce. i am not filling in any blanks here. she said this.

after quitting, this was a common story i told people about my time there. some then became annoyed at me, acting like i was a wokescold trying to undermine the store's "eco" mission with unrelated "ethical" concerns. but, like -- if food justice isn't for the people making food, who the fuck is it for?

you're allowed to feel sad/depressed/down, you're allowed to grieve your life and/or yourself, you're allowed to want it to be over.

you're allowed to have happy moments, you're allowed to enjoy your life and/or aspects of it, you're allowed to smile and just because you feel happy doesn't mean your pain is less.

good days are good and bad days are bad, and it's okay if you have no good days, and it's okay if you have mostly good days. it's okay if you're not diagnosed, it's okay if you are, and it's okay if you have lots of diagnoses. any of this doesn't make you any less valid.

no one gets to tell you that what you're feeling is not what you are feeling, just because you portray a picture of yourself to be something differently.

fuck being 'strong' and 'brave', you're surviving and every minute that you do is a minute of your life that's yours and only yours to choose how you live, don't let other's opinions on how they think a chronically ill/disabled person should live govern or influence your life. it's yours.

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