Starflowerpower87
Well-Known Member
I haven't been my self. I have no motivation for anything. I'm on a program called indipendant living support. It's where a worker helps you cook and clean and run errands. They pay your rent and help with paperwork. This program has a lot of benefits but I think it's wearing me down. All I want to do lately is walk back and forth to my music. I do this for hours. But it's depressing me and yet it's all I want to do anymore. I had a medication adjustment and it helped for a few days but not any more. At the same time I don't do good on the weekends without a worker due to lonelyness and lack of transportation. Can't live with em can't live without em. I can't quit the program because they pay my rent and I'm not fit for work. I dunno maybe I could get my hours cut back. I hope that would be allowed. Not sure if that's what I even want. I just don't know anymore. I've been so depressed. Spending way too much time at home. And I have no motivation to do housework and my apartment is getting cruddy. I know my worker has to help but I'd rather do it myself if only I had the motivation. That way it's done the way I want.
I have fantasies of running away and becoming homeless and just letting my craziness take over. I have been putting on a charade that I'm okay to make people happy even though I'm not. I don't know what would make it better. Pills can only do so much. And I've had bad luck with therapy. I have a dream where someone could let me live with them and feed me two meals a day and not expect anything from me. Then I could sketch all day in my room and not be bothered. That's the only thing that would make me happy but it's not reality. I wish I had never moved out of my parents place. But I was talking to mom about it and she doesn't want me back. Sorry for the long post just had to go on a bit of a rant.
I have fantasies of running away and becoming homeless and just letting my craziness take over. I have been putting on a charade that I'm okay to make people happy even though I'm not. I don't know what would make it better. Pills can only do so much. And I've had bad luck with therapy. I have a dream where someone could let me live with them and feed me two meals a day and not expect anything from me. Then I could sketch all day in my room and not be bothered. That's the only thing that would make me happy but it's not reality. I wish I had never moved out of my parents place. But I was talking to mom about it and she doesn't want me back. Sorry for the long post just had to go on a bit of a rant.