Last night what I considered a good friend pointed out to me very bluntly that my current life circumstances are all my fault.
Not ... I know I’m not blameless.
Instead of fighting for my job I meekly resigned because I didn’t have the mental ability to fight. I got to that point by missing work because I couldn’t get out of bed or got so physically ill trying to leave the house it was ridiculous. So yes my fault. But I couldn’t do it. And I feel guilty for that. I feel like I’m making “excuses”
Once unemployed I handled my finances badly. Again. My fault. Poor decisions. Denial. Bi-polar spending.
No one can beat me up worse than I do every single day.
Can someone please re-assure me that mental illness is real. That I’m not a bad person or a failure because of it.