woofwag
Bad dog
- Sep 17, 2025
- 136
I am running out of money. There is no work I can do. I am disabled with no experience, so I'm pretty much fucked. I also have so many mental disabilities that there's practically nothing I can do. People always suggest call center jobs, but my call anxiety is so bad that I would be having non-stop panic attacks if I tried that. Then there's doordash, but I also have driving anxiety and doordash is barely enough to cover just the cost of gas anyway. I live in a small town, so there's not a lot of options for work here. And it's so funny, because all the things I want to do, all the things I could do, I can't access them because of lack of money. Can't travel. Can't do ketamine therapy, I can barely afford my base therapy. Can't get top surgery to relieve my dysphoria. Can't do fucking SHIT. And now my student loans are piling up, and my car needs to be fixed, and I don't have enough money for rent, and the only reason I can even buy food is because of my food stamps. So at least there's that. Yay me.
The only other option? Apply for disability. But that takes a year minimum to get approved (most of the time it takes even longer than that), and I don't fucking have a year minimum. Once I run out of money, I'll be forced to move back in with my mom. And I can't. I cannot be around her, in that house, where everything happened. Where she constantly gaslights me and makes me feel like I'm fucking insane for talking about the things my dad did to me, or anything else for that matter. Where she freaks out over every little thing and makes it my problem. That's a death sentence in of itself. I'd rather spend my last bit of time here, with my friends and my community. Although I'm so depressed I barely go out these days anyway.
So money is gonna kill me. I was suicidal without it, but it's just the final kicker. I hate capitalism. I hate being disabled. I hate being burnt out to the point of not being able to do anything. I hate it all. I just want to do drugs and die. That's it. Hopefully early next month I'll kick the bucket for good. And thankfully, I don't have to pay a dime to be a corpse.
The only other option? Apply for disability. But that takes a year minimum to get approved (most of the time it takes even longer than that), and I don't fucking have a year minimum. Once I run out of money, I'll be forced to move back in with my mom. And I can't. I cannot be around her, in that house, where everything happened. Where she constantly gaslights me and makes me feel like I'm fucking insane for talking about the things my dad did to me, or anything else for that matter. Where she freaks out over every little thing and makes it my problem. That's a death sentence in of itself. I'd rather spend my last bit of time here, with my friends and my community. Although I'm so depressed I barely go out these days anyway.
So money is gonna kill me. I was suicidal without it, but it's just the final kicker. I hate capitalism. I hate being disabled. I hate being burnt out to the point of not being able to do anything. I hate it all. I just want to do drugs and die. That's it. Hopefully early next month I'll kick the bucket for good. And thankfully, I don't have to pay a dime to be a corpse.