So some #mentalillness talk...
When you're already dealing with derealization/depersonalization, it really doesn't help at all to send writing submissions and job applications out into the ether and never hear so much as a rejection. Am I even here? Am I a silent voice screaming into the void? Is there any point to any of it? I need to make money to support myself and I get so hopeless sometimes, like I have to scream and scream and I'm still never heard...
So some #mentalillness talk...
I had a really important agent interested in my novel. She suggested some revisions, and I addressed them, and I sent it back. And I got nothing for a year. Poked her a couple times early, got an "I'm working on it," then my life fell apart. Poked her again recently, she'd asked someone else to look at it and they ended up in the hospital and it had fallen through the cracks.
And, like... I feel like that's me now. That's just my life.
