I'm reaching the point where it feels like I'm done. I'm exhausted all the time. I haven't had a job for almost a year and a half and I don't think I have the mental and emotional fortitude to work a job that will pay me enough to live. As a trans femme person living in Trump's America, I feel like it's only a matter of time before they come for people like me. I find I keep crying and begging the part of me that holds my internalized transphobia not to kill me. I have a method in mind. I just want to live my life but I don't see it being possible or feasible.
I was going to title this How do you know when enough is enough? But I don't want to be asking that question.
I was going to title this How do you know when enough is enough? But I don't want to be asking that question.
