Well I'm writing this the day before, which I suspect some of you have just come to expect but anyway I felt like pointing it out this time. Jessica came today and as I'm writing she's actually asleep. It's still early though. I plan on waking her up soon to see if she still wants pizza tonight or if she wants to save it for tomorrow. See because she's going through some things of her own right now, she plans to stay for a few days, and I think that there's a chance she might be here for longer than she thinks. As she, and her dad put it, she has nothing really to go back to. That's not to say her family don't care or anything, but she just doesn't really have any obligations.
Well anyway I first of all want to say a very nice thank you to you all for all the nice comments yesterday. I was seriously expecting some backlash. I know I say that a lot, particularly when I say something that I think not everyone is going to agree with, but I really mean it this time. I wasn't expecting such a positive reaction. To clear a few things up, after my serious breakdown last time, I WAS put on DSA (the benefit for disabled people who can't work, it includes mental disabilities) but I was only put on there for two weeks because I failed their tests. That is, they deemed me fit for work, and concluded that any mental problems I thought I had were, well, in my head. It was very disappointing but there's not much I can do about it. I was such a prisoner to my own mind I didn't want to appeal the decision. They had no clue what was wrong with me, or any idea of how to go about finding out. When I was at the job centre on Monday actually I told them I had stopped going to my voluntary job, and the woman gave me a lot of shit about it. Saying that if I couldn't be bothered to work there then I wasn't going to be able to get a real job. I had three mental breakdowns in the span of a week thank you very much. I did tell her that. She didn't even apologise. I hate those people, I really do.
After all of that happened I finally went about seeking proper professional help and asked my GP to refer me to a therapist. I was placed on a waiting list that I'm still on. The reason I can't claim any kind of disability is because they won't let me, I would need a professional opinion, and I'm still waiting for that one. I know people less messed up than me that are on disability. Jessica herself is on disability thanks to her own issues.
I'm not sure what the point of all this is. I was supposed to really say that because Jessica is here, my blog reading could be slow. We plan to be doing some kind of proper living together though, not just hanging out. I hope to do some writing and university work while she's here. I also hope to do a podcast together with her. That was all I was really supposed to be reporting here, and in the end I just started ranting.
Sorry about that guys <3 br="br">3>