I am mentally ill, educated and poor. With every institutional stay, I become even more destitute.
Changes in my daily living structure, over the last five years, now have me disillusioned. My financial survival instinct is surely being tested. Slowly, little by little, my ability to pay for life's simple pleasures has been reduced. This leaves me discontented.
Being forced into a board-and-care treatment ( while under permanent conservatorship ), I fear a life sentence. The allowance given an individual residing in a board-and-care leaves me feeling impoverished.
I, myself, am compelled to do my best by staying in school, where I might gain the skills needed to return to the workforce.
Pressure to work comes from the yin-yang balancing act in treatment co-coverage options between the medical field, mental health systems, and social security's sliding scale benefits.
Financial worries overshadow my recovery. Social Security is not financial security, though many may assume otherwise.
Oh, the drama!
Oh, the red tape!
Even school feels out of reach.
( How I used to love to go. )
remember a friend can make all the difference...