In the brightest of worlds I’ve cried blood. Someone decided I was wrong and that my brain was faulty. I needed to be fixed.
In the wealthiest of countries and times there was a bleeding gap in my brain. 149 more words
In Sweden, the first question someone asks you is what you do for a living. Your occupation is a huge part of your identity.
Almost 4,5 years I had a stress collapse after many years of overriding my needs and using energy I didn’t have (because undiagnosed autism). 172 more words