This is fresh off the back of a breakdown, and it needs to go somewhere so buckle up.
I don't ever want to work, I CANNOT do that to myself.
I am 22 years old living in the UK (save me) as of writing. I am ND, very very anxious and have 2 GSCEs to my name.
Work is THE worst thing I could ever think of – wake up every day to destroy myself working for some arsehole who doesn't care about me as a person, being paid less than I need to stay alive on this shithole island. Renting some cube owned by another arsehole that I have the privilege of being allowed to sleep in, paying for the right to have water, electricity etc. to keep me alive in that cube.
What money I do have in my account has come from pleading the government to recognise my disability and bestow some money unto me, for which I had to go in front of local judges. They APOLOGISED to me in that meeting that I'd had to go through so many hoops to be awarded some money.
Meanwhile the cartoon villains running this godforsaken place commit crimes, destroy lives and outright lie to people like me. And I'm supposed to get up and “contribute” to the failing economy so I can move out and live independently somewhere until I'm no longer exploitable.
Right now my ideas are sitting between running away into a forest or setting myself on fire.
Oh, what a life.