A few days ago I found out that I'm approved to receive government disability payments, indefinitely. It has been a difficult process (I had lots of help). Several govt employees deliberately tried to sabotage the claim (like hanging up repeatedly, refusing to check their own records, refusing to communicate or send forms, delaying the process to make paperwork/claims expire, forms being mislaid, forms being altered, etc). Now it's done. I'm funded, irrevocably. I can pay rent, afford meds, feed myself, be eligible for funded retraining, etc.
And my response is, "Great. Now I can kill myself."
WTF, self? Pathetic and selfish, much? How many thousands of sufferers desperately need the kind of funding we just secured? But I feel bad for having it. For needing it. What have I done to deserve a free ride? The social worker pitched funding as sort of life-changing closure, but... i'm still me, and i still can't comprehend a future beyond lying on the train tracks and going to sleep forever. Why aren't I grateful? Happy?
I hate this.
And my response is, "Great. Now I can kill myself."
WTF, self? Pathetic and selfish, much? How many thousands of sufferers desperately need the kind of funding we just secured? But I feel bad for having it. For needing it. What have I done to deserve a free ride? The social worker pitched funding as sort of life-changing closure, but... i'm still me, and i still can't comprehend a future beyond lying on the train tracks and going to sleep forever. Why aren't I grateful? Happy?
I hate this.