my ability to work. I have been on disability for five years. I had previously gone to college twice.. And had lofty career ideas. When I am I'll my cognitive skill take a beating. I suffer from a lot of psychotic episodes and go from high functioning to low functioning. It really makes me want to cry. I am a mom so I go from being the caretaker to struggling to be the caretaker almost needing a care-aide for myself. This is the hardest part for me and hardest to accept. My pride is most comprimised

I have no friends, I am not sure why. I don't want to make friends with the soccer stereo typed moms, because I cannot commit to things the way they can. I don't know where to meet people since I am a stay at home mom. I live in a small city where my interests don't seem to be very big. Like no knitting group, no painting, unless with seniors, oh yes it's a retirement city.. Or athletic city, I am neither. Although I've hit early retirement, maybe I can do some lawn bowling, or crotchet toilet seat covers?

I did hear that we have a secret knit graffiti group here in town, but again it's a secret.