Advocating for yourself and others – in whatever way you do it – is one of the hardest jobs a person will ever do.

We go about our everyday lives overly aware that we live within systems and societies which hate, fear and ignore us in equal measure.

We fight against microaggressions and violence every damn day. And we still go about our lives in any which way we can.

We fight for everything we have, much more so than non-marginalised folks. We battle loneliness, self-loathing, poor mental health and disconnection.

We are worn out by fighting for our right to exist, to be seen as valid, to be understood and listened to.

I see so many of my friends struggling and it makes me angry, it makes me beyond angry. I’ve struggled with supporting my own family and it shouldn’t have to be that way.

I just want shit to get better. I want stuff to get easier and happier for us all. I want to liberate us all from this dumpster fire we are all living in.

I wish I had the power to make everything right, to give everyone what they need and what they deserve.

I’m hoping for a day when advocacy no longer needs to exist.