Reading is like the gift of the gods, giving us the opportunity to learn from others who have already lived and learned. But for me, I just don’t read anymore.
Listening to sounds of the past triggers a wave of regret in me all the time.
People say that when all someone can talk about is the past, they are no longer moving forward. Why? Because all they can think about is the past, their attachment is to the past, and so all they can talk about is the past. That’s the case for my father.
1.5 years of bedrest made me puke after eating, sneeze upon breathing, and not even be able to think.
(Note: When I say bedrest, I mean that my mental illnesses confined me to my bed for 1.5 years where I couldn’t do anything. The rare occasion where I did something could be counted by a few fingers.)
You may or may not succeed in applying for SSI with a mental illness. But take this from me: as long as someone has succeeded in doing so before, then there’s nothing for you to lose in trying it. If it gets tough, reach out to different organizations for free help (e.g. pro bono services).
It’s much simpler to have a disability than you think.
I never realized I was struggling with a disability until the last few months of college. It was such a long overdue realization because my mental illnesses have impeded my day-to-day life just as much as physical illnesses do. I have never felt a day of comfort, whether physical or mental, and this is all a result of my mental illnesses. This has been happening before I even gained full consciousness in life, potentially dating all the way back to when I was 3-years-old.
When people say they are understanding and accommodating of mental health, don’t take their word for it. See how they really behave, and that says everything.