Published on 12, July, 2020
Hello
I'm 56. Recently diagnosed. My life is not a life. Total mess. I 'live' in isolation.
On Monday I am going to court because I am too poor to pay council tax. This is destroying me. They will not listen to me, I am struggling to do accounts in the time they demanded. I've had enough. I fear will be homeless soon.
I fought against the diagnosis. I'm devastated that I now know I will never be what I want to be.
I don't know what to do or why I'm here.
The more pressure they keep putting on me the slower I become..
It's all pain and loneliness.
I'm sorry this is such a crap introduction. I can't focus right now.
"Rock Bottom was how I changed my life!" (JK Rowling)
But how many times do you need to hit the bottom?