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It's not so much that I gave up than I ran out of resources, and never had that many to begin with. I simply did not have hundreds of dollars to give someone to figure me out, and even now, I have no money. As it stands, I'm unemployed, on foodstamps, and taking care of my grandmother for free because we are simply out of money. I had $600 saved up, but that would last only so long, and I gave the last 195 to bury my 12 year old niece. As far as life is concerned, my material needs come before anything else. My uncle pays for everything over here since she's bedridden. I work 16 hours (2nd and 3rd with an aid on 1st). For now, I'm just biding my time until something comes along.
Now don't mistake that for "is waiting for riches to fall into lap". It's simply that I'm needed here and had nothing better to do since no one is going to hire me without a college degree, and I am simply unwilling to put myself in hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt only to wind right back up where I am. I'm a spiritual person with religious leanings, and I thoroughly believe I'll be rewarded for my service and charity. Right now, I'm right where I need to be. I do have plans for the future, and first they're to establish myself before trying to figure out all these pretzels I've been/gotten worked into.
Maslow's hierarchy strikes again.
ETA: Meant to say that officially, I'm going on 13 years undiagnosed with what seems to be no diagnosis any time soon. To wit, most bipolars go 10 years, so... meh. *weighing motions*
Now don't mistake that for "is waiting for riches to fall into lap". It's simply that I'm needed here and had nothing better to do since no one is going to hire me without a college degree, and I am simply unwilling to put myself in hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt only to wind right back up where I am. I'm a spiritual person with religious leanings, and I thoroughly believe I'll be rewarded for my service and charity. Right now, I'm right where I need to be. I do have plans for the future, and first they're to establish myself before trying to figure out all these pretzels I've been/gotten worked into.
Maslow's hierarchy strikes again.
ETA: Meant to say that officially, I'm going on 13 years undiagnosed with what seems to be no diagnosis any time soon. To wit, most bipolars go 10 years, so... meh. *weighing motions*
