I never expected I’d spend adulthood in this kind of poverty.
I’m a classic story, prodromal but functional for a while, then age of full onset/really florid psychosis right before my second year of university. Homelessness, police, the hospital, the whole thing, for years. All my peers from high school are starting their careers or in grad school now, while I’m a dropout without a career living off disability pay. My little sister is a lawyer.
I feel like such a scrounger now. I’m constantly hitting up my few remaining friends (since I lost almost everyone and every good thing in my life when I became psychotic) for food. I beg on Facebook for groceries, I beg on Reddit for pantry goods from Amazon. I deal with hunger and with not being able to afford basic hygiene like period products. I feel so ashamed. I grew up with poverty and in foster care (which means I have no family to turn to and no connection with my siblings) and I really thought things would turn around when I got a little older. I thought I’d be able to work and provide for myself and never have to be hungry or go homeless again.
I’m just posting this to vent, I guess. It really sucks. I feel like I did everything “right”, never messed around with drugs, never skipped school, never got into trouble, and my life still sucks. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to work, so I feel like I’m trapped in this cycle I’ll never break out of.