A big reason for my move was the fact that I’m immune compromised. Instagram’s creepy algorithm delivered me an image, “moving won’t solve your problems, you’ll just be sad in a prettier place.”

Tell yourself that you’re not like one of those chain smokers, that you can stop whenever you want. Start smoking American Spirits, so it’s like, not even that bad for you because it’s natural, or organic, or something. You forget.

“It became a running joke between my partners and I, that I was both too stigmatized and too famous to get my needs met.”

When waking up every morning feels like starting another steep climb, how do we keep our wits about us long enough to reach the top and breathe?