I’m a bit overwhelmed right now. Actually, I’m so overwhelmed, I’m near tears.
Just so you know what I’m on about:
For the longest time I have been talking to my psychiatrist and my therapist about getting back into the working world. And I know I’ve talked about it on here.
How I really want to move out. Earn my own money. Get my life back.
But you can only do so much when you’re being punched in the face by psych disorders every time you try.
It’s hard to even think about it.
But I finally did something to…well…do something about it. I wrote to the nearest RPK (which basically is rehabilitation for people with mental disorders and difficulties). They help people like me.
And yet…I feel overwhelmed.
By it all. By my situation. By the world.