Mostly, my capacity for pointless, ego-driven nonsense and the stress it causes me is now zero.

I am alive but with less and less energy for anything but the essential tasks at hand, those duties which are routine, and those that give me pleasure.

Trying to manage ongoing cancer treatment and Type 1 diabetes at the same time, plus the neglected territory of the post-reproductive health of aging womanhood, leaves me no patience for dumb, needless drama which is unavoidable in any society in which one functions.

I’ve seen it over and over again, and it isn’t going to change.

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