With it being a Friday, I am reminded of posts by friends of how much they love weekends and how much they hate their jobs. Maybe I got lucky by having a severe mental illness and being on disability. Perhaps I did, especially with how much I read about how people hate their jobs and their spouses. I also probably got lucky in that becoming disabled made me not marriage material. Yet, as it were, losing everything civilization told me to value made me fearless and optimistic. Once you lose everything, you are free to do anything it seems.
It’s been quite quiet for me this summer. I haven’t had any flare ups or episodes. I haven’t even heard my neighbors arguing for weeks. Somedays I wonder if I even have neighbors it’s been so quiet in my complex. About the only time I see any of my neighbors is when I leave my apartment to run errands. I don’t sit outside too much anymore just because it’s been so hot. Fortunately we have only another six to eight weeks of hot weather left. But I have been enjoying the peace and quiet. I also enjoy not having flare ups or dealing with stupid and rude people all the time.
I used to have to deal with a lot of drama at work and in some friendships. I haven’t dated for several years simply because the drama and ups and downs just got old. Having schizophrenia while trying to date adds a whole another level of difficulty. And I came to the conclusion that I just don’t want to be bothered with it anymore. I have enough problems as is. I also had to cut negative people out of my life. Sure it meant ending a few friendships and being real careful about who I let into my life. And it also means much alone time. But it’s alright because the peace and quiet is worth it.
Another thing that helps me is that I am debt free. That is why I can live as a minimalist and not work. I just live on my disability pension. Right now I can budget it out that I don’t have to resort to credit cards to make it through the month. I don’t have to take a thankless and stressful job because I don’t need the money. As far as I’m concerned, the biggest reason to work for someone else is the money. Being an employee, especially in today’s ever shifting and toxic work environments, doesn’t seem to be much more than glorified serfdom. Why should any employee give loyalty to a company when the job can be taken over by machines, outsourced overseas, or just given to a younger person for lower wages? If you’re going to be an employee, it’s best to go to the highest bidder. An employer won’t look out for you. An employer doesn’t care about you either. Neither do most of your coworkers, at least that is my experience. A boss isn’t going to help you develop your career. You are on your own on that one. I can do this blog without getting paid for it because I don’t have to worry about income or paying off debts. And I absolutely love doing this blog. It doesn’t really seem like a job because it isn’t drudgery like I was used to in my working days. It feels more like a hobby that evolved into a life mission.
Since I don’t have debts and am content to live a minimalist life, I am quite free to write about what needs to be written. Life with a mental illness isn’t pretty much of the time. It is lonely, it can be frightening, it can be long bouts of depression and sadness, and sometimes I have found myself mourning over the career and lifestyle that never was because of this illness. But, having this illness made me resourceful and creative. It also made me smarter. It made me think about many things that most people never have to. It made me ask questions that most people would never think to ask.
Right now I’m dealing with a stretch where I haven’t had any real drama for months. It helps that I have been able to largely avoid toxic, negative, and stupid people. That’s no small accomplishment living in tight quarters like I do. I’m pretty content to just stay home much of the time anymore. I have gotten to where I feel naked without a good internet connection. I imagine that’s going to become more common in the next several years. I’m just ahead of the curve. And I don’t have to submit to a bad boss or bad coworkers or unreasonable customers to make money because I don’t need the money. I can get by just on my disability pension because I don’t have debts or expensive tastes. I won’t spend a hundred dollars on a pair of jeans or two hundred dollars on a pair of sneakers or buy a new iPhone every year or a different car every three years. I am content with what I have. I love being a minimalist. And that has helped me create a life with little to no drama in spite my mental illness.
I have never learned the fine art of being able to let go and no longer care. Maybe that is another trait neurotypical people are born with that we the mentally ill aren’t. Even though one of my favorite comedians was George Carlin, I have never been able to bring myself to the nihilist thinking of if the world is going to fall apart then I’m going to enjoy the ride down. I think I’m more of an idealist in that I know we as a species have problems, issues, and baggage but we can compensate for said hangups and move onto something better. I guess I never quit dreaming and seeing what we can as a species accomplish. I missed the memo that said I had to be a pessimist and a grump once I became a man.
The scientists, engineers, doctors, and humanitarians of the world have done some really amazing things just since I was old enough to start paying attention twenty five years ago. And twenty five years is just a blip on the radar of human history. I would have been life time hospitalized in 1966. I wouldn’t be blogging in 1986 with the audience I now have (I appreciate all my visitors). I wouldn’t be able to keep in contact with my college friends in 1996 nearly as easily as I do now. My father always told me one of his greatest regrets was not keeping in contact with his college and Air Force friends more and taking more photos when he was in school and overseas. With Facebook I hear from people I was just casual friends with on an almost weekly basis. I have even had good conversations with people I have never met in person. But because we have similar interests we can connect quite easily. With my cell phone I can cheaply talk to friends and family at all hours or call for emergency help. In the late 1980s about the only people who had cell phones were Wall Street tycoons. And as good as my $99 Wal Mart cell phone is, I don’t even really need it as much as I used to. Anymore I can most of my banking, order books through Amazon, order clothing (I have an odd size so I have to special order sometimes), and even get pizza and deli delivery via the internet. If I were so inclined to get back into the dating game, I’d just go to any one of a number of internet dating sites and let their algorithms match me to a woman with similar interests. None of this was possible when I was growing up. It is an excellent time to be alive.
For years I have heard that my generation of Americans was going to be the first that was worse off than their parents. As far as I’m concerned, we’re worse off only in certain areas. Sure GenXers and Millenials have higher levels of student loans and more job insecurity than did the Boomers and World War 2 generations. But what money we do have can go much further than in the past. You really think Andy Griffith could have accessed an entire encyclopedia of knowledge on his rotary phone in the 1960s? You think that Archie Bunker would have as good of a chance to survive cancer in the 1970s? Sure many of the high paying manufacturing jobs have left Europe and North America, but blame technology and automation as much as China or trade deals. Just Google the monetary worth of manufactured goods in the U.S. or E.U. and compare it to before the beginning of automation. It’s probably higher now though done with fewer laborers. Yes you may be discontent with your job as a convince store clerk or a fryer cook at KFC, but with as cheap as many things are getting now, you may not need the $40,000 a year job right out of college to have an alright life.
I make less than $15,000 per year from all sources. But I still have two computers, an automobile, a cell phone, a good wireless internet connection, no debts, and I’m not going hungry. Yet according to the U.S. government statistics I am living in poverty. But I have pretty much everything I want and definitely everything I need. I don’t need the four bedroom house with the picket fence (especially not when I have pay home owners’ association fees, property taxes, shovel snow, and fix my own plumbing when the pipes break at 3 am on Sunday morning). I think the ideas of having a large house in a good neighborhood, a mini van and an SUV, lots of trinkets to impress people I don’t care about, a stressful job that could be automated or outsourced at a moment’s notice, a marriage that is always strained because of not enough time with the wife and kids, are overrated. I never got the memo that said I had to have all of that to be happy and content. I don’t have any of those “hallmarks of success” and yet I don’t feel like less of a man because of it. Some people may think less of me because I don’t have a lot of money, a prestigious job, a trophy wife, children, a big house, or a SUV. But that is their hangup and a reflection on them, not me.
Sure I make less money than my parents did (and many of my friends can claim the same thing). But we definitely have more flexibility, more adaptability, more connectivity, better access to knowledge and information, and less of our budgets are going to basics like food and rent. Even with as little as I make only half of my money goes to food and rent. And I don’t even get food stamps. Take heart GenXers and Millenials, even though you may never have the job stability or the money your parents and grandparents had, you definitely have more freedom and flexibility because you are not as tied to one area. And you GenXers and Millenials will find out that once you get your debts completely knocked out (which will take time and discipline), you will find you can live on much less than you thought and you suddenly have lots of options. My parents are tied to their small farming village because they would have to sell their house, their acreage, their cars, and most of the trinkets they acquired over the years of being tied down. Me, besides my bed, my dresser, my book shelf, and my two couches, I can throw everything I own in my car and be moved within a few hours if need be. And being able to do so much more online now, I can easily transfer to a new bank, new insurance company, and find pretty much whatever I need wherever I wind up. I wouldn’t give up my freedom and flexability so I could be tied down just because I have a house and some money. Freedom and flexability are currency in the information age. I wouldn’t want to live in the past. I would go nuts from the lack of freedom and lack of options.
I had my 10,000th visitor to this blog earlier this week. I’m also getting my first visitors from China. In three years of doing this blog on a regular basis I’ve had over 10,000 visitors from over 90 different countries. Thank you to everyone who has taken time to read my musings, ramblings, and rantings. I hope to keep this blog a regular thing and see what can be made of it.
I think as more stigmas and myths about mental illness are being dispelled and broken more bloggers and podcasters will come forward and tell their stories about their wins and losses with mental illness. Most stigmas about other traditionally marginalized groups are being broken down all the time. In 1950 who would ever thought that USA would have a black president? In 1970 who would have ever thought two of top four candidates for US president would be women? In 1990 who would have ever thought that rights and protections for the LGBT communities would be pressed for? And many people now still think mentally ill people should keep quiet and stay on the fringes of society. Why should we stay stigmatized and dismissed? Why is it in 2016 and after 20 years of easy internet access that there are people who are still convinced that mental illness is not real? I don’t suppose I’ll ever convince those people that mental illness is real and that it sucks. But I will still be writing blogs and essays about it for years to come. I might even start a youtube channel and a podcast about life with a mental illness in the coming years. These critics will move out of influence and die before I stop writing and being open about my mental illness. Fight to keep mentally ill people marginalized all you want, but you will lose this fight and you will be on the wrong side of history. People who fought to keep racial and religious minorities marginalized failed. People who opposed opportunities and freedoms for women lost. People who aim to keep people of different sexual orientations down are losing their battles. In the coming years we will see the same thing for mental illness. Fight us all you want but you will lose. We will not keep silent anymore. We are not going away.
Right now I am currently in one of those long periods of stability bordering on normalcy. Probably why I’ve gotten so much work on this blog done over the last couple weeks. I’m currently on a hot streak. To paraphrase Kevin Costner from ‘Bull Durham’, “when you’re on a winning streak, you don’t do anything to mess with it. Respect the win streak. They don’t come along very often.”
This overall ability to get things done and not be really phased by what problems arise is no doubt due to more than one factor. For starters, spring has always been one of my better times. Even before I had mental health problems I did my best school work, read the most, wrote the most, was the most physically active, and the most socially outgoing in the spring to early summer. Too bad I can’t bottle this positive mojo juice to carry me though tough spots and darker days.
I don’t have access to ‘hot streak on demand.’ No one does. Yet with the benefit of several years of accumulated self knowledge and experience, I can have the next best thing. I have learned how to do great deals of work during good times. I have learned how to do damage control during bad times. I have learned how to make winning streaks last longer, feel better, and more productive. I have learned things that lessen the darkness of bad spells.
The first step to sustainable productivity and happiness is knowing yourself. Knowing yourself is not knowing what you think you should be. It is knowing what you do well naturally, accepting it, and acting on it. I’ve held enough jobs to know that a happy worker isn’t always productive or an irritable one isn’t always unproductive. Vice versa is true. Some people are productive because they are Pollyanna types and some are productive because they are hard cases. One is not necessarily better than another.
What is not good is thinking you always have to be one thing at all times, especially when that one thing goes against your core nature. For myself, I know I am not naturally Mr. Social Hour. I do better at a job, or any undertaking, when I’m not chatting with others and making small talk every ten minutes. I can’t stand small talk at all. Yet because I keep silent when I work and get engrossed in problems, I am have been condemned as anti-social and a poor team player since childhood. Should it matter if I don’t comment on the weather or don’t know when my coworker’s wife is giving him a hard time? If I’m doing a good job and providing some value, it really shouldn’t matter. Likewise, I don’t take offence should a coworker or friend be too busy to talk as long as they are professional and courteous. I don’t need my ego stroked at all times. I don’t need to hold hands and play nice at all times to get my work done. I know myself well enough that I know that is not how I become productive. My core nature would rather ‘kick ass and take names’ instead of ‘kiss ass and drop names.’
Unfortunately I haven’t found many environments outside of blogging and working alone that allow me the freedom to play to my strengths. It is far easier for me to research for this blog and my own enlightenment for ten hours straight than do twenty minutes of messaging the egos of others. Most of these egos wouldn’t need messaged if these people felt free to play to their strengths more and discard what doesn’t work for them. Kind of crazy how people are usually more productive and happy when they are free to use their individual strengths. Sure there are social pressures to conform to fit certain types. Yet we aren’t happier with ourselves and others when we do and compromise our strengths and integrity.
For example, I get annoyed every time I go to my bank to buy quarters for laundry or chat with a banker and the poor clerk or personal banker has to feign interest in my day or chat me up because it’s ‘part of the job’ or it’s ‘being part of the community.’ Who cares how good or bad my weekend was? Even I don’t care sometimes. I have a hard time imagining somebody like J.P. Morgan talking about the weather with Thomas Edison or making idle chit chat with an Andrew Carnegie type when he wanted to borrow money to build a new blast furnace.
And it’s not just my bank that does this faking interest because some boss thinks it adds a personal touch. I get this practically every time I go shopping, especially at the large bookstore I shop at. Every time I go through a check out line the poor clerk is forced to take interest and comment on what I’m buying and reading. Just once I should have said, “Thank goodness I’m not buying ‘The Anarchist’s Cookbook’ or ‘Best of Letters to Penthouse.’ ” I totally know why online retailers like amazon and eBay are doing so well. Heaven help us when AI is figured out and my computer is forced to fake interest in my activities. Hopefully the computer will be intelligent enough to not fake interest because it is illogical and pointless. Having faux interest and playing nice at all times doesn’t always work and thus should be discarded.
High school graduation season is in full swing in my home state. Some times it’s tough to believe I’ve been out of high school for sixteen years. So much has happened since I became an adult. What follows is what I would tell myself if I had a time traveling DeLorean or funky booth like Dr. Who.
You have just finished high school and your adult life now lays ahead of you shooting off into the unseen distance like the open highway in Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road.” You didn’t take any time to appreciate the fact you graduated from high school, looking ahead to the challenges and opportunities of college instead. You should have appreciated your time being somewhat of an outsider in your high school. First because the people that struggle socially in high school often are the ones who adapt to the adult world better. Be happy the highlight of your life wasn’t your last football game or Senior Prom. You will face far tougher issues than losing the big game. You will have greater thrills than wearing an ill fitting rented suit and dancing among tinsel and paper miche decorations in a basketball gym. Things like that will be remembered by NO ONE.
The challenges you will face in the coming years will be great and many. When these challenges and disappointments come, you will be thankful for having developed a strong mind and ability to handle adversity, loss, loneliness and pain. Because you didn’t have legions of fair weather friends, you will appreciate true friends and confidants. Because you know what it’s like to be treated poorly, you will have compassion for others. Because you didn’t allow yourself to concentrate on only academics or football or speech or your weekend retail job, you have made yourself a well rounded and well versed man. Being well rounded won’t help you in a corporate job, but it will make you more self reliant and more aware of what’s going on around you. It will make you interesting too.
I see you have your high school annuals. You’ll be happy you kept them even if you go entire years without looking at them. In coming years you will be amazed at how much you were involved, how much you accomplished, and how well prepared for college and the ‘fast times and hard knocks’ of the first several years of life in the real world. Be happy you acted in the school play for two years, you won’t have that back. Be happy you did three years of competitive speech, you developed courage and an ability to improvise, make split second decisions, and hide your fear from the outside world. Be happy you played football for three years, even though you were at odds with your teammates. Not many people can say they did athletics in high school. Millions may watch football from the stands in towns all over America on fall Friday nights, but you were part of the action. It’s the closest you’ll ever get to feeling like a rock star or Roman gladiator.
Take joy in the fact you went to a small high school. You may not have had dozens of Advanced Placement classes or a program for gifted students, but it will drive you to read and study on your own. Be grateful you were unable to disappear in the crowd when you were harassed and annoyed by other students, it forced you to face your fear because you couldn’t run away. Things like that develop courage and fortitude, running away from your problems or hiding in a clique won’t. Be happy you couldn’t spend your days reading comic books or playing D&D. Later on you’ll have friends whose only out of school activities were just that. While they are good guys, be happy you had to rely on your own imagination to develop your own stories and got to draw upon real people and real experiences to find inspiration. That, and most girls don’t find D&D and comic books fantasies very sexy.
Speaking of girls, don’t believe the nonsense you’ll date, party, and sleep around several nights a week in college. “Animal House” has nothing to do with real college. John Belusi won’t be your roommate. You can go hang out, get a little crazy, etc. at times. But you’ll be far ahead of 80 percent of your classmates when you keep things like that in moderation. The few who do nothing but study won’t have the friends or the experiences. You will be shot down and have girls stand you up even more in college than in high school. You will have bad breakups, you will have terrible dates with girls, you will be frustrated, and you will have heartaches. You will also realize that there are worse things than not having a girl in your life. When you see high school and college classmates go through divorces and unhappy marriages, you might even be grateful for loneliness.
As far as your classes go, don’t get tough on yourself for not making Dean’s List or not graduating with honors. Most people that get those honors studied easier subjects than Pre-Med or Business Management. Spoiler alert, Zach, you won’t get the dream job you gunned for all the way through high school. You will experience pains and horrors that make Dante’s “Inferno” look like an Adam Sandler comedy. I won’t go into details because you won’t believe such things could happen to someone who worked as hard and was as ethical as you. Just believe me when I say bad things happen to even good people. That and no employer will ask to see your college diploma.
Zach, be grateful for the challenges ahead. They will teach you that you don’t need a prestigious job or lots of money to live a happy and content life. You will learn the best things in life are other people and your experiences. Be happy you went to the small college you did. You got to make friends from all over America and the world. Most people that go to large, prestigious universities don’t get to have the variety of friends you will. Be happy when you get to learn early on that life isn’t about working most of your waking moments at a mind numbing job, chasing money to buy junk you don’t need to impress people who don’t care. All I will tell you is every day you wake up, be thankful if aren’t a cubicle jockey or a serf in a designer suit racking up debts on meaningless trinkets and thrills.
In closing, Zach, always remember the words of the late Bill Hicks: “It’s just a ride. And you can change it anytime you want.” Be happy that you can and will.
Your older self.
When I was growing up and going through middle school in the early 1990s (back in the dark ages before we had internet in every house, restaurant, laundromat, etc.), I had this teacher who loved to tell us about the dreaded ‘cold cruel world’ and how much being an adult was going to suck. As a naive thirteen year old growing up in the farm belt of rural Nebraska (I lived at least 65 miles from the nearest Wal-Mart), I was by no means wise to the ways of the world. We didn’t even get cable tv in my town until the late 1980s, so all I got to see of the outside world back then was what Ted Turner chose to show us on CNN every night. As a child I was only vaguely aware there was a world outside of Nebraska and that people went to college for things other than becoming doctors, teachers, and lawyers. But practically everyone else I ever knew were farmers and had no real need for any real ‘formal education.’ So naturally I blew off my teacher telling me how lousy being an adult was because, quite frankly, my hometown had nothing to offer someone with my natural talents and abilities. I didn’t complain, I didn’t try to dispute my elders when they warned me ‘wait until you have kids’ or ‘wait until you have a job you hate’ or ‘wait until you have to pay taxes.’ I didn’t complain or dispute because 1) I was just a kid and what do kids know and 2) Starting about age 12 I looked all around me and saw many adults who literally could not think for themselves or long termed. I saw many adults who complained about living in a rural area, complained about work, complained about their spouses, complained about how their kids acted, complained about the weather (quite common among farmers), complained about politicians, etc. but I never once saw any adult try to do anything to change their situations or improve themselves. Once, being the curious child I was, I actually asked one of these wise adults why no one tried to do anything to change things. The angered look on this grown up’s face made me think I had committed some form of blasphemy like saying the Ten Commandments were a lousy idea. After that I made it a point to never to question an authority figure so blatantly.
Putting all of these observations together I became convinced that I probably wouldn’t like being an adult was as grumpy and unthinking that many of the adults I saw. But, I also hated being a kid. Oh did I ever hate it. I was constantly bullied for being smart and different. My teachers often didn’t like me because I often could find easier ways to solving problems then what they were teaching us. My football coaches didn’t like that I wasn’t Joe Rah-Rah. I didn’t have many friends because I just didn’t ‘go along to get along.’ And I didn’t like the fact that, as a kid, no one took my complaints and problems seriously. When I said I wasn’t being challenged in school, I was told I had a problem with authority. When I didn’t bring home straight A’s, I was told I was an underachiever. I wasn’t told that no one in the work world cared to see your high school report cards. And I certainly wasn’t told that adults are often as clueless as kids about what’s really going on and what they want out of life. The adults were just better at hiding it and lying to themselves.
Eventually, like all nightmares, my time as a kid ended. I went on to college. While I didn’t leave Nebraska or find the college campus to be completely full of people just as smart and quirky as I was (thank you for getting my hopes up, college recruiters), I did meet some cool and stimulating people. As it was a small college with people from all over the world as well as the United States in very close proximity, it was quite easy to socialize with many people with different backgrounds. It was also not so big of a college that international students, in state students, city kids, farm kids, etc. could get by with just socializing with people like them. To have any hope of a social life a person would have to socialize with many different people. Leave your biases and stereotypes at the door, I suppose. I met most of the people I have kept as friends to this day at college. I learned a good deal about business, economics, personal finance, accounting, writing, etc. that, in all honesty, I should have ideally been taught in college. I discussed this in an earlier post.
Yet, as much as I liked college, I came to find I enjoyed being an adult even more. As an adult, you can choose were you want to work. As a kid, your parents or the local government chooses where you go to school. We had only one school in our town, the nearest private school was over 65 miles away, and most of the schools within a 50 mile radius were exactly the same as mine. Home schooling wasn’t really popular back then. My best friend, and occasional dating interest was homeschooled until high school. Kind of funny, though, when she entered high school the school wanted to put her in remedial education and she wound up being an honor student within a few months. And for those who say that ‘home school kids have no social skills even if they are book smart’, I will say that two of my best and most stable friends came from home school environments. But maybe because these two were so well read and treated a nerdy outcast like myself so well makes them ‘have no social skills.’ I couldn’t leave the school I was in. My family would not have liked having someone with a GED in their family. It is far easier for me as a grown up to leave a job where the boss and I don’t mesh or if I don’t like that my coworkers hardly work and don’t care about the customers.
Other things that are cool about being an adult is I get to do cool things like vote, set up my own schedules, read whatever I wan to read, watch whatever educational videos I want, make whatever friends I want without family pressures or social limitations, write my own blogs (we didn’t even have blogging back in the mid 1990s as there was no easy access to internet), I don’t have to date if I don’t want to (whereas in high school I was often ridiculed because I couldn’t get a girl to date me besides my homeschool friend, and even then I was still ridiculed because she came from the proverbial ‘wrong side of the tracks’), I can form my own beliefs and don’t have to really fear if I share these beliefs or not, I don’t have to think anything I don’t believe or lie just to impress some authority figure who supposedly is wiser than me because he’s old and has more money and prestige. Shoot, I don’t even have to work if I don’t want to.
One thing I would have loved to have known about applying for Disability Insurance was, if I filed before my 22nd birthday, I would have had my monthly benefits determined by my parents’ income. I was diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenia at age 20, graduated college at age 23, but didn’t file for disability before until age 25. Financially I shot myself in the foot because I didn’t apply for disability before age 22 since both of my parents were medical professionals. I would be making much more than I am now had I not tried the John Wayne gut it out until it was obvious the cause was lost routine. Yet that is in the past. I still do well because I can choose to live a minimalist style of life as a single adult.
Even though I was set back for several years because I tried to work and be a productive citizen by not dropping out of college and applying for disability at a younger age, I am still free to make the choices in lifestyle to adjust accordingly. Yes it was hard to learn to live below what most Americans would consider poverty level and I did make some mistakes along the way. But I learned from those mistakes and adjusted my game plans and lifestyle accordingly.
To be quite honest, I don’t know many people besides myself who can live on less than $15,000 per year, which is $125o per month. At the average American hourly wage of approximately $13 per hour, that’s only 20 hours of work per week. I make even less than $1250 a month and I live quite well, especially since I’m debt free. Some may disdain me for ‘being on the dole’ and say ‘you just live off the government.’ But, you know what, had I never become mentally ill I would have achieved my dream of going into medical research, would probably be making six figures by now, would have gotten married, had kids, owned a McMansion, and been one of those ‘respectable’ types that pays more in taxes than most people. Not everyone on disability got there because they are lazy and want a free ride. Believe it or not, there are a few of us who got there because of things we couldn’t control. Maybe people like me who are smart and on disability in spite doing all the right things are as rare as unicorns but we still exist. Another great thing about being an adult is I don’t have to try to please people who think I am a leech and lazy for receiving disability. I hate being on disability, God do I hate it. But that is essentially the only option for people with mental illnesses in my situation besides homelessness or prison.
In closing, I know this post and rant was quite long winded and had a bit of a sharper edge to it than my regular posts. For this I don’t apologize because, as an adult without an employer, family, or a social circle I didn’t choose, I really don’t have to apologize for speaking the truth. As an adult I have far more choices and control of my own life. That alone is reason enough why I actually like being an adult.