I cried and cried. Thought it ment I was like my sister. Whom I love but can flip on you any second. I thought I'd be stuck in public housing and never amount to anything. We'll it's mostly true between cp and bp there's no working for me. We have section 8 instead of public housing but I'm content.

I understand that to much stress gives me psycotic symptoms and any job would get me to stressed. I understand that day to day is harder for me than others. I didn't want to accept my symptoms and fought them tooth and nail on giving me an AP. I still fight the massive amounts of meds they want me on. I was born like this, grew up like this, it's all I know, normal /stable feels weird to me.