I'm early 30s, been in the workforce about 8 years.
Standard 40-hour work week. Ever since I started working I've been barely coping. I have several mental illnesses and I'm also suffering from gender dysphoria – so, on top of being bogged down with a ton of issues and having to deal with “real” work on top of that – I also have to moonlight as my own psychotherapist/secretary/administrator, because the health care system isn't doing its job and I'm supplementing their lack of engagement in my health with my own research, my own planning, and my own medicating.
I had a breakdown the other night when I came home – crying. This capitalist system isn't even fit for an able-minded or able-bodied person, AND HERE I AM – under the same scrutiny as someone who's never been depressed or anxious beyond having had to do public speaking in school or having a family hamster die.
So not only do I have a full time job which I am expected to perform at a neurotypical level, I also have to be my own nurse during off-hours.
What did I do yesterday? Woke up, got ready, went to work, worked, got off work, went to the supermarket, went home, did laundry, ate dinner, masturbated, took a bath, then went to sleep. Probably got about 4 hours of sleep as is my usual workday allotment.
Something is eating my time. Something is eating my soul.