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    No one is helping me

    I don’t know what to do. No one is helping me. My #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #CPTSD are interfering with my ability to process, make decision, and remember information. I am #Homeless and #Disabled
    I am supposed to be receiving services.

    I feel like I’m in shock. I do not have the resources to navigate this.

    I need help. Not “file a grievance we will respond within 21 days help.” I need concrete, competent, real help.

    I feel crazy. I don’t know what to do.

    I contacted several people today who should be able to do something and they either treated me like I was irrational or I got the fun silence of “idk wtf to do, hopefully she contacted someone else so I don’t have to deal with it.” I feel like my entire team of professionals has abandoned me when I need it most. I don’t understand how this is real.

    I cannot move, I cannot think, I cannot eat, and I haven’t been able to stop shaking.

    I’m tired of explaining to crisis workers why going to the hospital and lying about my symptoms (specially- telling them I’m suicidal when I’m not) is not an appropriate or acceptable suggestion to me getting help because that is dangerous. I cannot keep explaining why going to the shelters in this area are not viable options for me due to my #Agoraphobia #ChronicMigraines and #PanicAttacks

    I’m just supposed to accept this because there aren’t resources.

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    Does it ever get easier to come to terms with everything your future won’t hold? #CPTSD #Grief

    I worked hard for a life where I would be okay-ish. I can’t even think about that life anymore. I can’t even describe the years of work I put into being okay. And then Trauma. And it’s been 7 years. Everything feels different but the same. My have lost my identity and my entire support system multiple times in these years. I have lost myself. And worst of all- I have lost my ability to see any hope in my situation. I can’t dream because the things I want are so far out of reach and likely never going to happen.
    I am 36 years old, disabled, and #Homeless with #CPTSD #Agoraphobia #PanicAttack
    I have a master’s + degree and I am unable to use it because trauma has shaken my entire world. I don’t have kids and I cannot independently survive on disability, even just as one person. I have been told over and over and over again that there is nothing for someone like me. I’m straddling the line between too sick for some services but not sick enough for others. And a lot of programs that people think of focus on patient education but it isn’t appropriate for me because it isn’t a problem with knowledge; the problem is with my body and my ability to think and my ability to function.
    Idk if any one will see this. I just want to be heard without the usual rehashing of all of the things that I can do (and have done and why it doesn’t work). And I need the space to be sad about this. I just feel so alone and stuck and scared and sad.


    Disabled or apathetic? MS, PTSD, chronic pain, depression,… really? How do I live this way?

    I wake up every day hoping the #fog will clear but it rarely ever does. It’s like being #underground and seeing the #light and #goals way above but they’re hardly visible. I feel like I’m trying to figure out how to navigate and get up there, over one the #Pain and #Fatigue , and just see the light. Each day seems harder and I am continually being beaten down by societies demands just to stay alive, live, eat, breathe, function and get any type of care. My family has #Abandoned me because, as my sister said. “She just can’t.” My children have not abandoned me but they have their lives and because it’s so hard to travel, or get through each day, seeing them is rare. The bank is trying to take my house, just because they want it and not because I don’t, or can’t pay. I feel numb inside and scared. What happens if…? Do I become another statistic and #Homeless , alone and #suffering and no one cares? I’m not sure that’s depression or reality and reality sucks enough to make you feel depressed. I don’t want anymore “treatment” from anyone and I can’t afford it anyway . I want this to end. I’m PV


    When childhood abuse leaves you mentally ill, & society throws you away.

    The more I work with the mentally ill - abused when children #Bipolar , #BPD , #Depression , and more, as a #councillor and one who has these illnesses too, due to obscene #Childhood trauma, of which I’m on the mend thank goodness.
    I’m no longer surprised at the horrifying abuse my clients have been subjected to when they were children, leaving them with mental illnesses, Rather, I’m sickened, with a deep sense of fury , lost on how utterly cruel, and evil their parents or family members who perpetrated the abuse are.
    The abuse I suffered for years as a small child, leaving me with borderpolar, which I’ve spent years recovering from, I’m no longer angry about, it doesn’t affect me anymore, but I do still have borderpolar
    My years of studying, & working on myself, helped me. I learned that healing comes when we let go, and move forward, and this helps my clients.
    My point is a serious concern, about HOW is its possible, to prioritise things like #black LIVES MATTER, or #fighting CANCER, or #the WAR ON DRUGS etc, which DO matter, and ARE important subjects, needing attention, , but where’s the headlines, the hype, #help , #Care or #concern for children ( now adults) - who've been #brutally abused? And the circumstances have left them #mentally ILL as a result? And who are mostly #Homeless , #addicts to numb the pain. Who society has thrown away?

    It’s not OKAY! The priorities surrounding #mental ILLNESS, don’t exist. Rather, they’re #PUNISHED AGAIN, #vilified , #abused and more,

    It’s overdue, long overdue, to make headlines, hold fundraising events, highlight and educate people on #mental ILLNESS, and DO SOMETHING real to help, , to do your part in the desperately needed love and care, who’ve #suffered HORRENDOUSLY, leaving them sick and thrown away.


    In My So Called Lupus Life

    Hi! My name is Rhonda and I am new here. I am a 52 year old punk rock poet and spoken word artist, working in homelessness, and have been diagnosed with Systemic Lupus since I was 16. I have been given 6 months to live many times. I am looking for an online support system to discuss the challenges of having such a torturing chronic illness. #Lupus #SystemicLupusErythematosus #ChronicIllness #punkrock #MightyPoets #Poetry #Homeless #homelessness

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    I created this piece of art of inktober which I completed for the first time (I will share the other 3 pics soon when my hands heal a tad). This image was built simply from the word Patch and it led me to this piece of art to give a voice to those living on the streets. I had the great pleasure to work alongside people living on the streets for a short time, a lot shorter than I wished due to my own health and these men, women and children taught be a whole lot about humanity, humility, pride, respect, hope and honor.

    What caught me first was that so many of these people ended there because of only a couple of missteps, if something or someone had been there at the right time life would have been different. The amount that needed mental health care just makes me angry and saddened, even a Nation that Prides itself on its healthcare with the NHS still fails so badly with its mental health care. Then there is the treatment from others, the dehumanisation, no human should ever be treated as less than human, spat on, urinated on and worse, no human should be treated as they as less because no human is.

    We are in Movember at the moment which is a month to take a look a men's mental health care. Men fall through these cracks more than women because of old school beliefs, we need to be better, to do better and build a brighter world for our kids.

    #Homeless #MentalHealth #PTSD #Depression #Anxiety #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder


    it feels like this is my life now #RapeSurvivors #Advice #MentalHealth #MentalHealthAmerica #Rage #Awareness #physicalabuse #Homeless

    My name is Jillian, I’m 19 and was diagnosed with autism around the age of 6, I have always struggled to read body language and ended up in an unsafe situation. My dad has always refused to accept my diagnosis and left our family, my mom has always shrugged my problems off and responded to me with things like “that has happened to me too” I have always asked for support but they have always dismissed me unless they can gain from my distress. My cries for help have never been heard. During covid we bought an rv and traveled, we ended up in GA on a campground where we work and live.

    Recently, my boss got close to me and my family. He raped me multiple times, he often hits me and leaves buries on me. I told my mom that it was happening and she told me she was raped too, I felt so stuck and lost, and when she sees the buries she said it was a hickey and I was being dramatic. It’s been going on for 3 months the first time it happened was july 3rd my Mom has control of my money, it all goes to her and she gives me it when she thinks I need it. I have looked into shelters. I’m scared to go because my Mom has sent me to them all my life and I have been abused and taken advantage of at every turn, even in places where iwnas meant to be safe. Every time I feel safe the wool gets thrown over my eyes. It keeps happening since Ii have no support and me and my family would have nowhere to go. He has friends in law enforcement including the local sheriff, I don't own a car and no one is willing to bring me to the hospital or police station to help, and im scared getting help may mean losing my family. My Family is the only thing thats been consistent in my life and the only financial support I have is them or my boss, who is also the owners best friend so we may lose our home and place to live.

    I have been thinking of getting an in home carer to help me learn the skills that can better help me protect myself, live on my own, enforce boundeies with people and feel safe. I have called multiple crisis lines and all have been unhelpful, only passing me onto another number to call who really haven’t been able to help. I have two dogs who are all that keep me feeling safe, so I’m absolutely terrified of going to a shelter and leaving them behind, they’re my only friends, I’ve got my boyfriend as support, but he lives in another country and can only do so much to help. I’m so desperate for help and trying so hard, but scared I’ll find trauma behind every door.

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    Name one thing you've done today to help someone else.

    Today I have helped a homeless lady by giving her some food and gave half hour of my time to speak to her. It made her smile so I'm happy. #Homeless


    Unemployed + Broke

    My student allowance ends in a week- which helped to pay my rent, bills and to bascially live. Every job I apply for either never gets back to me, or I get declined. Jobs usually take like a fortnight to get back to people or just don’t.... so I’m Fcuked. Makes me want to crawl into bed and hide from the world.... but nooo I can’t... cause I need a job. + having hardly any friends to talk to... makes life AMAZING RIGHT NOW 🥳 #Work #Depression #unemployment #Homeless #money