The Weary Road
I’m posting this because I’d rather be honest than paint a perfect picture of delusion. I’m very much a human being. I live in a one bedroom ground floor flat under council rent. I feel a bit weird about having my photo taken every now and again. I get really nervous when I go up and speak to people about my life or even a cause I have a closer affinity with.
I get frustrated with where I am and wish I had a 100% locked down income stream so I can actually not worry about bills, shopping, food, clothes and all the things that go towards my life. I want to have less of a fat belly, but I know that still takes time to disappear even when I’m eating right and putting in the exercise.
I want to have more than enough so I can help others, but I need to build a business where that can happen rather than being impatient. I want to not to worry about my trans siblings waiting for 3+ years to go through a draconic, dehumanising gender clinic system that is still stuck in the 50s.
I’m massively frustrated that my black and trans siblings are getting killed on a daily basis. I’m angry that all these gestures from corporations, yet nobody is putting money to actually make real and effective change yet.
I’m angry that one of my partners is struggling to get a decent wheelchair and the other is in a constant tug of war, moving from psych ward to halfway house and so on that I get worried for them both, even though I know it doesn’t change the situation.
I’m frustrated by a government that continues to be unbelievably slow to help the rest of the country in regards to COVID and is still pursuing a no-deal Brexit with zero knowledge of what could happen.
I’m on a weary road. However I know if I step off it, I can gain some rest and eventually get back on it. Rest isn’t a bad thing.
Maybe it’s time.
