Tomorrow is the Enemy

Tomorrow is my enemy.  Today has been no walk in the park, but I managed to get to work.  Once my day has started, I somehow manage to break it into chunks that can be survived.  I have made it to lunch, now I just have to make it to the end of work.  After that I just have to make it home, then dinner, then to bedtime.  It isn’t always easy, but it is mostly manageable.  Tomorrow is another story, though.  Tomorrow is always frightening and overwhelming.  I don’t even know if I will be able to get out of bed.  I am not sure why, but tomorrow can never be split into manageable pieces.  Tomorrow is always this big huge task that hovers just over the horizon.  It is dark and scary and full of the unknown.  The unknown is never good either!  The promises tomorrow holds will surely be the end of me.  Tomorrow scares me, I know I can’t defeat all the tomorrows.  I guess I am safe, though as long as the enemy is always tomorrow.  I know I am in real trouble when today becomes the enemy that I can’t manage.  

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Work and the BC Mental Health System

Some would say I am lucky, I have managed to find and keep a job.  It doesn’t pay much but it pays the rent.  In a few weeks I will be through my probation period and have benefits.  Keeping the job has been a struggle.  Finding help while working is a bigger struggle.  It seems the mental health system is only geared towards people who do not work a traditional Monday to Friday schedule.  Outpatient services, a lot of private counsellors and most support groups are only available while I am working.  If I were on social assistance, I would be able to access these services but I wouldn’t have the money to pay rent and eat.  Now I have the money for these neccessities, barely, and I have to worry about keeping my job without the services that might improve my quality of life.  It seems the health care system would be interested in helping people who need it and have jobs.  Why not help before it becomes a crisis that makes working impossible?  I can’t be the only one struggling with this, can I?  Is the health care system only there to cater to its employees or is it there to serve the needs of the patients?  Right now I have to choose between work and services that may help me if they ever receive proper funding.  Work wins out, it is more reliable than the current healthcare system and it provides for basic survival.  

The Public Face of My Illness

A smile is always on my face, the tears are all on the inside.

I care more for others than myself, because I don’t like who I am.

I am a model employee, I couldn’t stand for someone to see my imperfections.

I am a great listener, it is so much easier than talking about myself.

I am always ready with a joke, it deflects attention away from my real issues.

I am always willing to help, helping others is the only worth I see in myself.