Money help: When I started on this post, I hesitated on making it. - Help.com

Um I don’t drive; I take the public transportation - is that what you meant?

Thank you. There’s a favourite saying I like to keep repeating, “I do not like to talk about ME, I want to talk about “us” because it means “team”. So enough talking about this gal, let’s talk about the others.”

Okay, it is fair to say that not only do I have to fight with medical professionals about the labels, I also have to fight with the same people about the housing, the budget, every thing that they can come up with.

Three or so years ago, God sent me an angel. She’s an angel because she had gone through so much to help me.

She is also my mental health support worker and I’m meeting with her tomorrow in her new office.

One surprising thing though; my other workers don’t like the idea of me going to my favourite stores or cafes. They see it as a big waste of money. But not my mental health support worker. I opened up to her last week and that was when the floodgates opened.

She is now my advocate in going to my favourite stores as long as I keep the visits to the cafes “occasional”.

Her name is Marjorie, and she is going to be my advocate on housing as well. I can only hope that the right housing (apartment) will one day be found so I can prove it to my family that I can do it.

At least I’ll be seeing Marjorie tomorrow and that’s what count the most.

My mother also gave me some money so I went out for a little bit. I got some cream for the coffee, chocolate milk for the family and a cup of coffee so I can walk home, enjoying my favourite drink.

I don’t think I can ever take being able to afford coffee or anything that I need for granted ever again because now I know better.

My hopes of becoming self sufficient are so high and I’m not going to ever stop working toward that goal.

For now though, I have to work with medical professionals in order to move up “the ladder”.

Well, here’s the thing, on the day that I went to the new office last week, I talked to Marjorie about the very same thing that you’re asking me about.

That’s why she’s now my advocate for going to favourite stores and cafes. She realized that it provides a great stress reliever.

Okay, what is holding me back is that I’ve been dealing with certain paranoias for quite a while… like “I would never be good enough for this”, “they would never approve my application for the housing”, and all kinds of negative thinkings.

With Marjorie’s as well as Susan’s, who is my case worker, help, I am working toward getting better. It is true that there will be some psychiatrists who think that I have Borderline, but there will always be some people who will disagree with them.

It is also true that as long as I keep believing these “lies”, I will never accomplish what I wanted to accomplish.

So that’s why I’ve been busy being a chef, computer technician, writer, artist, poet, etc… because there will always be something good to come out of it.

Today, I’ve even have to reassure my grandmother that I would not talk that much when I’m visiting her best friend’s house. Her best friend wanted me to come over and take a look at her computer.

I did that and there wasn’t that much talking involved. Within 30 minutes, I left and her best friend now have a greater understanding of how her computer works.

As long as I don’t believe these “lies”, I should be doing just fine. As a matter of facts, the coffee just got finished brewing and I also just got two cartons of half half cream so I’d like to go get some coffee.

Thanks!

Sure, there’s always enough coffee for everyone around!

If you want some sugar or creme, or both, I’ll be happy to give you some of ‘em!

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Here you go! :-)

*DeafLegacy makes a cup of foamy latte for freak*

Did I get your order right?

*DeafLegacy holds the cup out*