The friend whose spare room I’m staying in right now. Honestly, my mental health gets so rocky that it sometimes feels inevitable that I’ll end up dying by my own hand, but assuming that doesn’t happen, then I can confidently say this friend has saved my life.

They have been there supporting me during rocky mental health stuff in the past (and I likewise there for them during similar), but the most powerful thing is just having space to exist and try to get my shit together after my life somewhat blew up.

Capitalism sucks, and the oppressiveness of the system is a not insignificant part of my frequent dips into despair, but my resolve is bolstered by knowing that supporting people in need is our best way to get through life while retaining our souls. Today, I am far more the recipient of support than the provider, but perhaps in enduring, I’ll be able to be there for people who are like how I am right now