So after 4 years of steady work, I lost my job after having a psychotic break. Right after being hospitalized for severe pneumonia. All during a breakup. I know everyone struggles, but I’m not sure what else to do, except ask for any help at all!
A few months ago I had a major asthma attack that put me into the hospital for 2 weeks. Turns out I had pneumonia, which I had been working through and therein making significantly worse. I don’t even know the total amount that I owe, but it’s certainly in the 10s of thousands. My boss refused to let me call in, and I was back working not even 2 days after being discharged from the hospital.
I know you can argue it was my choice to do this to myself- but between losing my job /hours and then my apartment, I went to work. Now “capitalism sucks” is far from the only shortfall I’ve had in the last few months. Between family and friends- I’ve barley stayed afloat. I live paycheck to paycheck. And 4 months of less than a straight 2 weeks of work means I’m pretty deep in debt.
Im a single guy, I don’t own much more than a bed and a phone. But I don’t have anyone to fallback on either. My family is as poor as I am. And I’ve struggled to be independent. I struggled immensely with crippling social anxiety and I’m so proud to be a fully functional member of society. I just got a new job as an assistant manager even. Buuutt I haven’t got paid yet. And I won’t for another 2 weeks. Moreover, when I do, I have about 1200 $ in loans for bills already out. So as you can imagine I’m extremely stressed out.
In fact, the reason I left my last job, isn’t because I could afford to, instead, it’s because after taking a month break for my mental health in April(it was actually induced because a friend of mine died on my birthday) and then coming back for only 3 weeks, I had a bout of severe hallucinations. I was hearing voices and I wasn’t even able to sleep. This was all induced by my job, as well as my coworkers treating me as a joke for my sabbatical. I completely dissociated for almost 72 hours and didn’t show up for work. Im glad I didn’t.
I don’t know if I have any severe mental health issues or if this is simply a one time episode. I’m working on getting insurance, but as you can imagine, it’s not exactly going well.
Right now, I don’t even have service on my phone, I have no plan for how to pay rent thus month and I was barely able to scrape together the money for a bus pass to get to work. I detest asking for money. Generally I like being the friend who helps others. But I ask anyone for any money and a little extra love to help a kid with a good heart to get back on his feet.
I’ve had a bad bout of poor luck, and I’m no saint. I don’t have any dependents, (except maybe my roommates who will lose their homes too) but I’m trying. Everyday. Im out of moves, and I don’t know what to do. I’m sure there are people out there who beed help more than me, but if you have any bit to send my way, itd mean the world to me.
Even just some kind words. I’m feeling much better since leaving my last -and rather toxic- job, but I’m far from happy. So maybe I’m here to remind myself the world can be a nice place as well.
Thank you for reading my little novel. I hope no matter whether you help me or not, you have a wonderful day and know that I love you ! :)
Stay safe ❤