Now I'm upset about so many things, I wanna cry. I'm not made for working in a capitalist society and yet that's what I'm trying to do.
I'm supposed to look for a psychiatrist to see if I can be considered as a disabled worker but it's so hard for me to do that, do things in general but also have to talk about my illnesses and not even knowing if I'll meet the criteria, knowing that it depends on the psychiatrist themself.
What's rly pissing me off is that I'm trying to fit when I rly don't want to, by talking to people when I'd rather avoid it.