I'm gonna update:
I have the forms filled out. The disability forms. It's hard when people ask what I do - I imagine it's going to be harder once I'm on disability. It sucks. I don't even know what to say - because I don't do anything. I can't f*cking work.
Anyway...
Now I just have to wait for Monday to call them and set up an appointment or some shit. I dunno. I just will call them and see what they say. But, the paperwork is all complete, as best as I can complete it.
My pdoc says that I'm gonna get it, easily - that I definitely qualify.
While on the one hand, I wish I had applied months ago... on the other hand, I just got diagnosed with Bipolar 1 disorder - which she told me to put at the top of the list, above PTSD, even though it's my PTSD/Panic Disorder/sleep problem diagnosis that I forget the name of, that's disabling me the most.
I thought that was interesting.
Though I must say, when I am manic, I am at my most disabled. Easily. I needed like, to make plans for the next day, the day before. I had a lot of get up and go, but no focus, I was all over the f*cking place, going off on tangents, just... it's f*cking embarrassing. It's embarrassing to need to have a list for needing to get ONE OR TWO f*cking items at a store. ONE OR TWO!!! Like DAMN!
WTF!
I hate that shit. The most f*cked part of it for me was how understanding the clerk was - it's like, f*ck.
I went into this store to get two things. Fish oil pills, and this b vitamin shit. They didn't have the B vitamin stuff. They did have the fish oil pills though - but there were so many bottles, there was too much information for me to take in, and I was like 500% squirrelbrained. f*cking like, wew.....
Someone who worked there approached me and asked if I needed any help finding anything, or whatever standard greeting like that - I said "oh - yeah actually. I'm looking for uhhh..." then I had to literally f*cking pull out the piece of paper with the two f*cking things I needed written on it. I couldn't even remember what I came there for... like.... f*ck dude. That's so f*cked. I had to f*cking read out what I needed there, on a note, because I was too scatterbrained to even think of why I was there, I just knew I needed some shit there.
It was like that at the grocery stores too, I just have more familiarity, and could cross shit off the list.
Gaaaahhh.
I hate this shit. I hate being disabled - I hate even saying that I am disabled. But f*cking hell. This shit f*cking sucks, I want to work, I want to have a career again, I want to do shit, I'm only f*cking 29 for f*cks sake. RRRGH! I hate saying it, but I can't f*cking function on a normal level. I can barely even manage going to band practice sometimes. I sure as shit couldn't do my old job. I can't even sleep a regular f*cking schedule.
But enough whining. Enough venting. Ugh. Oh well. At least my pdoc thinks I have a good chance for recovery in regards to my PTSD, and I think that my bipolar is pretty manageable now that I know about it, as long as I track my sleep and try to notice upcycling, then start taking zyprexa for a week or so lol.
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Do they let you do university while getting disability income? Is there any way I could like, f*ckin' go for a masters/PhD. while on disability?