A beautiful realization: I love my life
I've felt hate and shame about being disabled (physically and mentally) since 2022 when I had to give up my job after being in the psych ward for 8 days. I tried working once since then and only lasted three days.
This morning I realized, and hopefully no one judges me, but I don't want to work. Its not worth risking my sanity and the progress I've made, the mental health resources I've got and most of all, now I go to a day program for those with severe mental illness and I've developed like a family there,met my boyfriend there. I can't imagine leaving them and the help I get.
I like spending my days doing my simple hobbies and I am grateful I can do nothing when I'm not feeling well. Yesterday I told staff at the day program I was feeling depressed and they immediately called and got me a therapist. Helped me a whole lot.
This is huge progress for me. I love my life. Money is very tight and all but it's okay.