It’s like jail. It’s all well and good if you have a sympathetic employer you can talk with. How many of us, though, have a boss who’ll let us just stroll in after being no-call, no-show for 2 weeks and just be like, “we’re glad you took the time to get the help you needed?”
Yeah…

For those who don’t know bc they haven’t been thru it: inpatient mental health care cuts you off from the outside world. No internet, phone extremely restricted & monitored. So even if you work remote, chances are, you won’t even be allowed to contact your employer for a few days.

The hardest lesson I have had to learn about mental health is to never tell people you are feeling suicidal if your income depends on you not being placed in inpatient. Because you WILL be placed inpatient regardless if ripping you away from your income source will result in losing housing.

Every single day, I have a to do list of a million things I should be doing to become a “successful influencer.” Guess what? I’m still sick, & they still don’t get done & I feel guilty.
I’m still failing.
Trying but failing.
You are so not alone, and anyone suggesting you aren’t trying is a 💩.
🫂

“Just become a content creator?”
Yeah, okay.
I have been doing this for 4 years because it is what I can realistically do.
I haven’t made a dime.
I’m housed now bc of a great guy & a small unexpected inheritance I made the most of.
You don’t make much $ on YouTube & it’s a lot of work.

Well, then, I suppose they should be allowed to vote. 🙄 Oh! And access all the hot porno content they want, no age verification necessary. If a 13-year-old has to give birth to her uncle’s incest rape baby, she should be able to skip the ID card for everything. Belly up to the bar!!! Why not??? 🙄

Yep. 😪 My problem is I found out those rules were based on delusions at age 6, and that safe space was forever shattered for me, too, bc the truth thing (also the religion as a whole is misogynistic AF, although the veneration of Mary is at least nice, unlike the protestant Christian jams).

People think I’m exaggerating or being histrionic. I’m speaking from the heart. From the deep lessons of childhood you never forget. From the crushing pain of watching the most beautiful women I have ever known destroyed by a patriarchal culture that only views them as free labor (in every sense).

However, try telling them that in the mental ward. They wouldn’t even honor my request for a vegetarian diet. I swear. My disability is less “I can’t find workarounds” and more “I can’t find workarounds because the people I need to believe me refuse to believe me because it inconveniences them.” 😓

Interestingly enough, psychologists and psychiatrists HAVE suspected I have anorexia or orthorexia. Neither is true. I love food & eating. I eat a carefully curated diet bc it HELPS & if I do not, my symptoms get 100x worse.

Unlike him, though, I also have WICKED food sensitivities. Most processed American food makes me so sick. Canola oil = 10 lbs of inflammation overnight & such bad arthritis/fibro flares and migraines that I can barely move. That’s not hyperbole. That’s literally how it affects me.

A few observations:
I can easily go all day without eating if I’m moving/involved in deep work. I don’t even think about food, consider it distracting and resent the interruption. But when I DO eat, I find it hard to stop. Must consume mass quantities. My dad was the exact same way.