I wonder how many writers, authors, freelancers, artists, etc. face eviction from their apartments or foreclosure on their homes; forego food, heat, and other life essentials; develop mental or physical illness from financial strain and resultant life turbulence; lose relationships to gigs, side hustles, second jobs taken to patch together ends; or give up and take their own lives once they realize the shambolic nature of it all. It being the innerworkings of institutions which have failed to evolve to include realities outside of their own (white, financially advantaged). Their failure to shift procedures and processes to accommodate all people they are working with ensures that for people traditionally disenfranchised from these spaces rare, cherished, long-sought blessings arrive wearing dresses stitched through with barbed wire. Hardship, thus, accompanies opportunity. Even the scrappiest among us -- we, the Contortionists in the Circus of the Colonizer -- eventually break.
A back, a brain, a dream, a soul? Albatross cares not.