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Hi all,
Thank you for clicking on my post- I would like to preface this with a trigger warning. I will be discussing suicidal thoughts and feelings of hopelessness so, if you're not in the right state of mind, I don't want to make it worse!
I am in the most stressful, chaotic, unsettling, unmanageable, confusing time in my 27 years on this planet (which scares me, because it'll probably only get worse through life, with bigger and scarier problems, right?) If anyone has any advice on how I can drag myself out of this abyssal **** hole that is my life without just straight up ending it, I would be so grateful.
Anyways... where to start? Firstly, my relationship.
I made a post a few months ago having relationship problems due to my health conditions. My partner wasn't sure he could handle my conditions (he wants to travel, is quite active, etc) and we split up over it. That lasted all of 5 days before we were back together because he realised what huge mistake it was to let me go- we had a big discussion on the subject and moved forward in our relationship. Now, a few months down the line, I am still feeling anxious about whether or not he is just going to up and leave me again? At the moment I am going through one of the most stressful moments of my young adulthood and he is getting pissed off at me for things like not closing the doors behind me (As someone with fibro-fog and ADHD, he is lucky I remember to open them before I try to walk through some days!) forgetting things, being a bit messy (I'm just untidy and don't always have the energy/executive function to do things straight away, whereas he like to tidy as he goes along) and he doesn't feel appreciated for being there for me through all the crap that has been happening recently.
Has anyone got any tips on keeping a space tidier when you live out of bags and suitcases all the time? I've tried Travel cubes but they just add an extra layer of difficulty and make it harder for me to keep things tidy. I am very good at a deep clean once or twice a week but doing things daily, I struggle with and I am struggling living out of the suitcases and bags but there is not much room for me to store anything here. My bags and stuff are always in the way somewhere because there is no-where for them to go where they will 100% be out of everybody's way ( I live out of bags and suitcases due to travelling between him and wherever home is at the time, he never comes to mine- I have a single bed and it isn't the most comfortable thing in the world- yet I stay at his parents house with him in their tiny renovated garage on a futon and don't kick up a fuss, despite it being **** for my body. I've done this for 7 months and only twice did he ever come to me- one being our first date)
Secondly, moving house in the UK when you have to use housing allowance is a crock of ****. They barely give you enough to live on as it is, then all you can afford is the worst houses going or house shares (which I just can't do- my anxiety will paralyse me and it will not be worth changing my current situation) and there is no help whatsoever from the government or even charities designed for this, it is so stressful and has had me on the verge of a mental breakdown for the best part of 6 weeks. I think it is ridiculous and absolutely disgusting how little help there is for disabled people who can't work, who need to move house. At least I have the grace and dumb luck of being flexible with where I live, but even taking into account that I am looking at the entirety of the west midlands, willing to move to northampton to wales if needs be to find a home and even looking all the way down in southampton (I have family there), despite all of that flexibility with location, I can count on one hand the amount of viewings i've been able to book. Whether that be because the landlords have insurance that states their tenant has to be in full time employment, whether they are just ***** illegally refusing DSS, or because the properties I can afford, have so many potentials that who is going to pick the disabled girl who can't work over someone in full time employment? Even though I thought I would have made a safer bet as my money is guaranteed, whereas the employee can get sacked next week and be left in the ****?
Has anyone got any advice on moving properties in the UK? At this rate, I don't care about the location, I just want my own home that is mine and no-one else's.
Also, let's play devil's advocate. Let's say I've decided I can work the same as any other neuro/body typical human being. I would have to find an employer willing to take on a disabled girl who hasn't been able to work since 2021, who is aware and understanding of my needs, pays me the same rate as my Universal credit with LCWRA, PIP and Housing allowance (Let's hypothetically say 2k per month after tax, etc.) and in doing so, I would obviously have to give up my benefits to do so, therefore I would have to give up my mobility car and find a new one, where I would then have to pay road tax/Insurance/MOTs/Repairs- so let's say that is another £200/300 per month, then fuel on top of that. Plus rent, food, tax, bills, medication, etc. How the **** is anyone supposed to live like this? I struggle in day to day life, let alone in a professional environment and these are my two options?
1) Stay in my current situation, accept it and accept that my life is always going to be in the hands of other people, that I am never going to have money, travel or have a homestead, never have children because morally- how can I potentially condemn them to the same ****? Financially- how in the world am I supposed to wrangle this without pulling a bank job? Mentally- forget about it!
2) Choose the other suck. Give up my benefits safety blanket that I have work so hard to be accepted for and will probably never get back, somehow get a job and try my best to keep the damn thing, learn how to live without a car at first, scrimp and save every penny to afford a crappy car that is going to hurt to drive and cost a bomb just to have, plus a flat to myself, which is going to cost nearly £1,000 per months just to keep running and struggle through a 9-5 that I am not confident I would be able to keep. What terrifies me is doing all of this, realising it was a mistake and not being able to return to the same levels of help that I have afforded to me now.
Either way, I think I am in for a mental breakdown. Either way it sucks and is going to take a huge toll on my mental health. Any advice?
I hear you barking big dog "Damn, this girl sounds like she needs Therapy, ASAP!" And you would be so right! However, because i'm between addresses in two different counties, it is impossible to receive the medical help that I so desperately need. I have managed to move my GP to one near one of the addresses, yet I am so hesitant to start any referrals for therapy or fibro specialists because i'm going to have to move and start the whole process again anyway.
In conclusion, I feel like my only option right now is to end it all. I've had such intense suicidal thoughts recently and it is looking more and more like the only way out of this. I feel so trapped, so hopeless and so lost, that I genuinely cannot see the light at the end of this tunnel. Has anyone dealt with this? Had the same or similar issues? I need some help and soon.