I consider myself to be an average looking gal. To look at me, you may see a mousey girl with glasses and converse sneakers. (So average)
But inside, I try and conceal just about everything. There’s a small social part of me who LOVES good company in small groups, but I practically explode with anxiety in a large crowd. I don’t know where to put my hands, if I drink I have no self-control so the night ends up with vomit in part of my hair.
I have Schizoaffective Disorder and it’s been tough. Symptoms of both Bipolar and Schizophrenia half managed by very Strong meds. I try and pretend I didn’t see the group of shadows in the corner or hear the random auditory hallucinations of a man mocking me. Telling me to self-harm.
Right now, I’m going through a totally unexpected divorce that I learned about via long distance phone call.
It’s been so long since I’ve been able to hold down a job. I feel lost, a bit hopeless. I’m currently staying with my family in New England (where I was visiting when I learned about my upcoming divorce.)
I have no money, no skills. In Maine you can make more than 733 dollars a month to get disability. I’m getting about 800 in Spousal support, so I’m not qualified.
Right now I’m in a hospital room after I took about 100 pills in hopes of killing myself.
I’m so lost. I have no friends here. But I’m so grateful to be able to vent through this site. It’s truly my saving grace.
life is what you make it.
You’ve heard that before.
What if the tools you’re given are faulty?
How do you build a home and life with broken hands, broken tools.
I imagine brick by brick.
Day by day.
Not overnight.
This can’t be how it ends for me.
I must have more to give in this relentless world.