I keep trying to write a piece titled “When Depression Wins.”

Unfortunately, it feels like there’s nothing else worth saying beyond that.

Every time I start to feel ready to go back to work, I read the comments on HN and remind myself how fucking broken the tech industry is.

being a writer with CPTSD feels like a choice between drowning in feelings you’re too scared to express, or drowning in words you’re too scared to share

note to self: _spicy acronym soup_

one day there might be words; until then, here’s a meme