Bipolar Disorder Support Group
Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
I gave up on getting SSI/SSDI/Medicaid a very long time ago, but I didn't do anything else about my situation, either. I just sat around the house and got very, very depressed.
Well, I can't stand to just sit around here every day doing nothing any longer. I don't care how sick I am. I'm going to get a job!
I already applied at the Kroger down the street and am waiting to hear back. I'll fill out more job apps once I get to feeling better.
I'm 22 and if hired, this will be my FIRST JOB, EVER.
Have any of you taken a few years off of work (a "mental health break" or a "physical and/or mental health break") and recently gone back? How do you adjust from doing nothing all day to busting your butt? I need to know. I need all the advice I can get. I'm so scared I'm going to fail.
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I don't really know how to label this but I having a rough week and I can't say it's one thing.... I have a lot on my plate which is nothing new and I try to cope in many positive ways and do but I still have my moments.My kids more so my daughters talk to me about everything which I know it's cause of comfort and we are close.... however I really struggle with the venting about their dad which...
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!

I have found volunteer work a great confidence builder as well as giving back just feels good so that would be another good way to ease into the work force.... Good for you sweetie... Big hug....xo
I had to stop when I got RA and couldn't get out of bed the pain was so bad. Many years later, I retrained as a chaplain. It was a better fit for me, with my physical limitations. Again, I liked pushing myself to the limit. RA put that dream to an end too!
So, I think you have the right attitude right now. You realized that sitting around is boring, and you might as well try working. And I believe you can do it! Just don't push yourself to the breaking point. Be realistic about your goals, and if it is working, isn't there some kind of thing in the US where you can get accomodations at work with your disability? Something you might want to look into, or maybe others can help you with this.
Whenever possible, I take my transitions in small, manageable steps. When the transition is heaped on me in one big, messy shovelful, I cuss my way through it while I take it by the spoonful. Either way, I lean heavily on my peer support network to help me sort the chaff from the grain.
Good luck in your own transition, Voltaire. Hope it leads you to great developments.
I'm probably still going to apply for Disability because 1) I need a recent denial letter to continue getting my Invega shots (which are thousands and thousands of dollars PER injection) at no cost,
Or, because I'm on ACT now, a community outreach program, they can act as my advocates for getting Disability or Medicaid or some kind of partial benefits even while I'm working. Things are looking up, for once.
But, I've been having a lot of existential crises and even suicidal thoughts and ideations lately over being unemployed and basically bored.
I broke down SOBBING, I mean, bawling my eyes out, mascara running, the whole nine yards when my boyfriend was over and we were just kind of hanging out, because I was overwhelmed with how I have nothing going on in my life, other than seeing him a couple times a week,
(which I dearly value and GREATLY appreciate, don't get me wrong, he's a goddamn gorgeous long-haired metalhead dude if I ever saw one, and we have the same sense of humor and he's super cuddly,
but I want my independence. I feel like independence is a human right and for someone to not have it is equivalent to a civil rights abuse, either inflicted upon the person by society, circumstances, themselves, or any combination thereof.)