I keep running away whenever the topic of treatment pops up. I’ve had to switch doctors every time. Loved ones want me medicated but everybody who is medicated keeps telling me they don’t feel any better.
Maybe there are pills that can make me happy and well adjusted. I just wish those pills can also make it easier for me to be
Black in an anti-black world
Queer in a hetero-normative world
utterly disappoint at post-Apartheid SA’s broken promises
A worker under neoliberal late-capitalism
and so on and so forth.