lyudi-invalidy
Virgin
I can't discuss this with anyone I know in person, they think I'm joking.
They also aren't aware i'm bi-polar, aspergic, an alcoholic and have just been suspended from jobseeker entitlements.
Long story short, I have the pleasure of selling all my worldly possessions tomorrow in order to raise enough money for rent and jack daniels for a month.
I have a massive phobia that my doctor will respond the same way my friends do. I struggle to express the sincerity of the situation and get frustrated by the fact I would literally have to lay dying in a bathtub for 6 hours for people to believe that maybe I'm not so keen on this cosmic joke.
I don't even know if the doctor can help. The thought of going on disability disgusts me, psychiatric wards are a joke, and medication just turns people into zombies. Moving back home into my mothers house likewise seems like a death sentence.

They also aren't aware i'm bi-polar, aspergic, an alcoholic and have just been suspended from jobseeker entitlements.
Long story short, I have the pleasure of selling all my worldly possessions tomorrow in order to raise enough money for rent and jack daniels for a month.
I have a massive phobia that my doctor will respond the same way my friends do. I struggle to express the sincerity of the situation and get frustrated by the fact I would literally have to lay dying in a bathtub for 6 hours for people to believe that maybe I'm not so keen on this cosmic joke.
I don't even know if the doctor can help. The thought of going on disability disgusts me, psychiatric wards are a joke, and medication just turns people into zombies. Moving back home into my mothers house likewise seems like a death sentence.



















