Tried texting her last night and nothing back yet
I don’t suppose anyone has an update on Risky?Hopefully she admitted herself and is getting some help.
Got response from her this morning something about a hospital but doesn’t make much sense seems like maybe she was there but is out now
I hope she is okay. Risky we all are thinking about you.
Thanks everyone. I attempted to overdose on my prescribed medicine (Olanzapine). I read someone surprisingly survived 400 mg, so I took everything I had close to that amount. My roommate came home in time and called 911. I’ve been in a hospital since then. Being transferred to a new place in a few minutes. Just updating everyone while I have my phone for a minute. Hopefully I’ll be able to join everyone tonight railing the debate.
So glad to see you posting, friend. Sorry for the struggles you’re going through.
Glad you are back. I hope you reach out to anyone you have, even this forum, before going down that path again. Hard times don’t last forever. People care.
I hear you. I appreciate everyone. I am at the moment distracted worried about housing. My roommate said my suicide attempt terrified her and I’m not allowed to live there anymore. She’s the one who found me and called 911. I don’t blame her for refusing to potentially come home to a dead body.
The short term facility I was at sent me somewhere called The Human Behavior Institute, where a case manager will let me know if I’m going to be housed on their grounds. I’m scared. My disability is severe and I haven’t had an income for two years. I don’t have options outside of the generosity of others and places like this, and hoping my disability income is eventually approved.
In a sweltering heat of 107 in Vegas, I decided I’d rather ride a bicycle 45 minutes than take two hours by bus. I am finally back to the independent/sober living house and can safely sum up my plan for ever doing that bike ride again: fuck that.
One of my trips was to psychiatric appointment. Then I went to Walmart and spent my few remaining dollars on necessities like a towel, deodorant, a tooth brush, etc. I also got something to drink and would normally be pissing it out by now but the ride dehydrated me to the core.
You inspire me every day.
Please don’t give up.
I applied for a bunch of publishing jobs today. Just feels like disability is a lost cause and we would be better served failing at the jobs if nothing else. It’s at least a way to pass the time and we may even be successful.
I doubt you’ll fail. I feel like you at 50% is still way better than some of the idiots out there currently with jobs.
The key here is that if you are measuring yourself by your own standards, you’re going to be disappointed, because you know you could do better.
But if you measure by their standards, you’re probably still a good hire.
There are plenty of things in life that I happily half-ass when I realize I’m in this type of spot. There are other things that I don’t half-ass despite the fact that I’m in this spot, because I actually care about doing those things well. But for me it would be a choice. In your case it is not, which should make it a bit easier to swallow, but still a bitter pill.
Thanks Melkerson. You’re a real one. I applied for everything available through Publisher’s Weekly JobZone and have alerts set up to notify me every day for what new jobs are available. I am looking through stuff on Indeed as well. Applying for jobs is at least a way to pass the time. And like you said, I may even get and excel at one of them. There is also always the possibility that the disability comes through.
Happy 4th if you celebrate.
Really struggling. My bipolar wife is manic and flied for divorce. Due to her very erratic behavior I won an emergency motion for full custody of our kids, which doesn’t feel like much of a win as I’m just responsible for absolutely everything while she goes on vacation with our money.
I’m exercising a ton, no alcohol, etc etc but this fucking sucks. Every day is a huge struggle.
Sorry to hear that. How old are the kids?
Brutal dude. Hope your wife’s family is being helpful or at least reasonable. Lean on your friends, they want to help
13 and 11, this isn’t the first time, they’re doing fine. I’m texting with my wife’s family daily, they get it. I’m having them come see the kids soon.
My “win” instinct kicks in, but then I realize winning means a horrible super unhappy outcome. What I really want is my life partner to recover, but I have zero control over that.
All the best for you and your family to have the best possible outcome from here, Riverman.
Man life just sucks sometimes. Hope everyone finds the strength they need to get through their shit. I have up and down days myself.
Hey. As a fellow BP guy, I’m interested in finding out more if you are able. Is she medicated? How has that been going?