And the pain of knowing that so many of us cannot simply say
“I am a human in need, and I'm not conventionally beautiful, and I'm not who society says is of use, and I'm not a fictional border wall, and I'm not privileged, but please help me anyway?”
And still not get enough help?
And then be harassed and abused for needing that help every literally every single day of the week that ends in a Y?
It really does a number on you.