I am deemed psychologically disabled because my psyche struggles on a daily basis quantify as disabling. Mind you, I have my good days and to the average acquaintance I seem ok, like anyone else, maybe a little quirky. To those in my daily life, I swing from one emotion to the next, sometimes in a single day. My highs are giddy and my lows are shitty.
Being classified as disabled mostly gives me access to fiscal support because the mood swings can make meeting expectations of an employer a challenge. Everyone has a spectrum of emotions they navigate and going through disability filing is beyond stressful. Those who have gone through it will know when I say you are broke and broke while navigating the system. It requires persistence and perseverance to obtain disability support, many are denied repeatedly before they’re approved.
When I tell strangers I’m disabled I run the risk of being shamed or belittled as being a government handout case. Even though the system is rigorous to navigate to reduce the misuse of government assistance. That doesn’t mean it’s not abused or that all of us who rely on government assistance are lazy, worthless, etc. It means we recognize our struggles and did what we could to find help.
Difficulties exist for all of us, everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Creativity comes naturally for me and expression through art is therapeutic. I know my life has had hardships that some souls will never comprehend and all of that is impossible to know in an instant. I am psychologically disabled with PTSD and I have served my country in the Afghanistan war. This is not what strangers see when they meet me, I’m a quirky artist.
My experiences in life have led me to being passionate about self care and healing internal suffering. I am not kind or sensitive because I am weak, I have had enough dark in my life that I only want light now. For me to receive kindness I have to give it. It’s a reciprocal cyclical thing: life.
Being alive gives each of us worth: we exist. Life is limited for all of us too. Not one of us will make it out of this alive. So before you pass your judgments on souls you’ve just met, because you’re having a bad day? Consider that we all have experiences in our being and a conversation can be revealing. We’re not competing, we’re all existing.
Be well, sweet souls. 💛
If you identify with the neurodivergent community, would appreciate an adult space with a focus on support and betterment, I’d like to invite you to check out my discord server! Where shame, blame and devaluation are discouraged while compassion and personal growth are encouraged. The server is designated mature (18+) and minors are promptly removed. Multiple categories allow Members to decide what sort of content they’d like to see from the server using selections in the #about-you channel after joining. You’re invited!