I have a therapist who thank to lord is working pro bono for me right now. I don't have a job, unemployment is not coming through (not even sure the problem there), I don't have a license to drive, nor public transport and I can't afford my medicine nor the doctor's visit. I'm working on trying to get Medicaid (I'm in the US btw) but I'm not sure how long that process will take. I have a lot going on at one time, on top of my grandmother passing, and the endless battle with bipolar, relationships, and life. I'm just one big mess.

I'm not trying to throw out a "poor pitiful old me" story, but when you can't even get out of bed half the time, it's about all you can do to just give up on yourself. I guess I've sort of given up. A lot of my frustration is at myself and my inability to have others understand me.