I’ve gone through some significant things that have drastically changed me to the point of panic and breakdown yet all I’ve done is struggle and fight to stay the same because one of those things is a severe anxiety disorder. I dedicate 43 to real change. Not simply just acceptance but real, honest change. I’m done with that shit. Its been a hoot, thanks for the memories, buh-bye fuckwits. I’m your loss.

I do feel kind of cheated though that I had all these WSIB “resources” this whole time and it all went to waste on what was by terribly ironic intentional design not meant to be in the first place.

We’ll praise your “progress” chasing your tail over and over until you unintentionally prove, in our factless opinion, your suitability for an “unskilled labour role”. We’ll then declare you capable of minimum-wage work and we’ll see you at the tribunal after spending the next period of time exacerbating your injuries with the so-called litigious song and dance we love. All you ever asked for was to have your injury accomodated for what it actually was but we can’t do that.

Untime the timed time.

It’s timed.

It’s time.

Until next time it’s time.