Recently, I was fired from my job. It was an unwarranted, ill-conceived, unethical, strategic move of the company I worked for. It was a great shock to nearly everyone who knows me at and outside of work.
That event led to me losing my health insurance and my apartment. Losing my apartment led to me losing the ability/location to care for my cat and forced me to return to my parent's home. Losing my health insurance led to me not being able to properly treat my Graves disease, ADHD, depression and anxiety.
Even while employed and fully medicated, I still struggled with "maintaining my sanity" (for lack of a better phrase). Now, each day is a jagged, hot, draining uphill climb.
I'm black and while that shouldn't automatically mean this, in my case it means my family (my parents especially) don't take my mental illness seriously.
Each day that passes feels like I'm coming closer and closer to being swallowed whole by my illnesses. The impending doom manifests as a palpable ache inside me. I have lost nearly all of my autonomy as an independent adult. I feel like my life is no longer my own. The loss of control also has me constantly feeling unmoored and misunderstood.