It's turned into a Vodka Dothiepin kind of day. I'm guessing that other nufties like me with PTSD, anciety, depression etc. etc. will be able to relate to this. Some days it sneaks up on you and the triggers are two or three layers deep. Ugh. Anyways, it's a rainy Saturday and the sun's over the yard arm, so skoll!
Yes, I do realise the song is about absinthe, from a movie... but the lyrics kinda sorta fit.
Here's hugs, well wishes and solidarity to everyone else who's living with dysfunction like this and extra love and consideration to their/our carers.
But I'm still suspicious of anyone who isn't
somehow dysfunctional living in Western society. Unless you're in a comune or something. One day we'll be able to build our own. In the mean time, here's tagging +Liberal Party
in. Thanks a bunch for doing fucking nothing helpful with the mental health system or public housing in Australia, you self serving knobs. And don't go passing the buck to the State Governments. Liberals at every level of Gub here happily screw the poor in order to feather their own mansions.
Anyone in the running for PM or State Premier in Australia should have to spend a month living in a box under a bridge before they take their post. I bet things would change then. Objectivist scumbags. #auspol #publichousing #livingincome #shitheelTories