I paused after she had a good cry today. About how hard it is. To live with illness. To have family and friends who think you can control it just by being strong. To have doctors who think you’re not trying. After we decided to start an antidepressant.
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And I showed her how to find “the mental health number on the back of the insurance card.” And handed her a whole gown to dry her eyes.

And I asked if she was registered to vote. Cause this year has been a hard one.
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And she said - yeah but I ain’t decided who for yet. I mean he ain’t done nothing bad to ME. I dont know....

And like in the videos I said “it’s not my job to tell you who to vote for. I just want to make sure you have a plan. A safe plan”
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But also - I asked her to look at their health policies. It’s not about me...you should make sure you know that some people want to move healthcare backwards. You should know the difference - look are who will cover your insulin. Let you see a psychiatrist.
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I don’t know how to end this thread. We left it hanging. I didn’t want to lecture. Not my job to tell you who to vote for. But if not me, who will tell you that your health hangs in the balance? & that people who will never understand your tears are making all the decisions.
Fin/