Schizophrenia - General Discussion

Harold Anderson3 said:Wait, what actually got resolved?

benefits

I finally got an answer regarding my benefits—since I’m officially out of the workforce now—but honestly, it's a mess. Because the money stopped coming in, I've ended up buried under a mountain of utility bills and interest charges. Just one thing after another.

Carol Barrett2 said:benefits

I finally got an answer regarding my benefits—since I’m officially out of the workforce now—but honestly, it's a mess. Because the money stopped coming in, I've ended up buried under a mountain of utility bills and interest charges. Just one thing after another.

Wait, why was your ability to work taken away? Did you fail a medical exam or something else happen?

bluegardener said:Wait, why was your ability to work taken away? Did you fail a medical exam or something else happen?

It’s due to illness—just trying to get my disability benefits and family pension sorted out.

Honestly, you should just take whatever is on the table right now. I’m planning to stick with these kinds of physical jobs for another few years—at least until I can push through my mortgage and start looking toward some form of disability or retirement benefits. My mom was already retired by the time I hit my current age, and she managed to enjoy another twenty-five years of life after that.

We’ll find out today—fingers crossed the money actually hits my account by tonight.

Lawrence Sullivan2 said:I spent about a month in a psychiatric ward at Mayo Clinic, and I was on Xanax for five years straight.
I just started a brand new treatment plan, though, and I'm feeling really optimistic about it... hopefully everything goes smoothly.
Has anyone here ever tried Katenon? How did it work out for you??? 🙏🙏

First time I'm hearing about that one. What were you being treated for?

Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually losing my mind. I had a bizarre encounter on my bike today where the right of way was totally ambiguous—I couldn't tell if I should yield to a driver or if he should yield to me. Instead of moving on, he started following me. It was unsettling how determined he was to stay on my tail. At one intersection, he looked like he was going to turn right, but once he realized I was heading toward the Target across the street, he suddenly changed his mind, turned left, and parked directly opposite the store. When I walked out, he was still there, pretending to inspect something on the ground, which gave me just enough time to slip away. I can never wear those clothes again. From now on, it's all about buying a completely new wardrobe.

I finally managed to ditch the Risperdal, so now I'm just down to the Abilify. The catch is, I'm still feeling pretty much totally numb—zero emotions and my motivation is basically non-existent. How’s everyone else holding up on their meds?

I’ve been sticking to just 1mg of Risperdal every night for the last 14 years and honestly, I feel great. Haven't even bothered with a check-up in three years because there’s really no point... what am I supposed to tell my doctor when everything is working fine?

Man, I’ve been popping risperidone every single day for like 14 years now. Honestly, huge respect to you—I actually got prescribed an antipsychotic for some other stuff, but I haven't even touched a single pill yet because, I don't know, I'm just terrified of catching some weird movement disorder or dyskinesia or something like that.

I just found out I failed my medical exam for a job. That’s the second time in three months.
I've been out of work since May 2022.
Honestly, I'm starting to feel like there's no point in even trying anymore. I'm sitting on about $50,000 in debt, $0.00 though I do own two-thirds of a house worth roughly $15,000.
The math is pretty straightforward—sell the house, clear the debts, and end up living on the streets.
Just live off welfare or disability benefits. That's just how things work here in America. Our beautiful America. I love this country so much that I’m practically ready to move into it—specifically, about six feet underground. 🎉

Daniel Hayes5 said:Man, I’ve been popping risperidone every single day for like 14 years now. Honestly, huge respect to you—I actually got prescribed an antipsychotic for some other stuff, but I haven't even touched a single pill yet because, I don't know, I'm just terrified of catching some weird movement disorder or dyskinesia or something like that.

I've been taking antipsychotics for the last 22 years. Back in the day, I was on different stuff—started with Seroquel then moved to Latuda.

For heaven's sake, Harold Anderson3...😢
The equity you have in your home still outweighs your debt (and if you're unemployed, how are they even collecting on that debt? Or did they grant you some kind of moratorium? 🤔), so by that logic, selling the house isn't your only option, is it? 🤷

Andrew Doyle said:For heaven's sake, Harold Anderson3...😢
The equity you have in your home still outweighs your debt (and if you're unemployed, how are they even collecting on that debt? Or did they grant you some kind of moratorium? 🤔), so by that logic, selling the house isn't your only option, is it? 🤷

They aren't actually collecting anything from me because there's simply nothing left to take; they just keep sending these relentless notices regarding my mom's loans. My own payments are automatically deducted from my account, but hers just sit there unpaid. It’s precisely because the total debt is less than the equity I hold in the house that they're trying to force me to settle her debts too.

And yeah, hitting the streets isn't our only choice here. The other option is a grave. 🤔

I just really hope the bank doesn't send over one of their own appraisers. Those people would sell your house for peanuts if it meant they could settle their books and move on.
The grave is waiting for all of us eventually, so stop stressing about it now.

I honestly can't wrap my head around it. My doctors are telling me I'm not fit to work right now, yet at the exact same time, my bank is breathing down my neck to settle my debts. I realize a bank isn't exactly a medical professional, but it feels like I'm just running in circles here. It’s this endless loop—me, the bank, the doctors, and my employer all pulling in different directions. In this whole messy equation, I feel like I'm actually the least important part of the entire thing. Almost like I don't even matter.

Harold Anderson3, what’s the deal with your old man? Is he even in the loop with all this? I mean, couldn't he step in just a little bit... you're his kid, after all... or maybe some family from your mom's side... or even your dad's people... just to help carry the load until you get back on your feet? And what about your friends? Surely you've got someone in your corner... you aren't alone, and you definitely aren't some pushover, you're a fighter... it would just be a hell of a lot easier if you had at least a little support from somewhere... I just don't see where your father is in all this, or where your friends have gone...

silvereagle7 said:Harold Anderson3, what’s the deal with your old man? Is he even in the loop with all this? I mean, couldn't he step in just a little bit... you're his kid, after all... or maybe some family from your mom's side... or even your dad's people... just to help carry the load until you get back on your feet? And what about your friends? Surely you've got someone in your corner... you aren't alone, and you definitely aren't some pushover, you're a fighter... it would just be a hell of a lot easier if you had at least a little support from somewhere... I just don't see where your father is in all this, or where your friends have gone...

My dad actually helped me quite a lot over the last year or two, even back when my mom was still with us, and he ended up covering the entire cost of her funeral.
It’s certainly not his obligation to bail me out, as I’ve been an adult for a long time now. My employer was actually ready to bring me on board, and I've been working for him for three weeks already, right up until he saw the occupational health report stating I don't meet the physical requirements for the role. Then there's the bank, which is insisting on getting its cut—basically demanding I pay off my mom's loans because the inheritance value exceeds the debt. As for friends... honestly, that's a strange question to ask, because I don't think anyone looks for friends specifically to have them pay off their debts, do they?
I feel pretty miserable, abandoned, and mostly just angry at the doctors and the bank, though I've already explained the details of that mess above.
I was there for my mom until her very last breath, yet now I'm left feeling like I'd rather just end it all to find some peace, because it feels like you're only considered valuable as long as you're productive—as if you don't deserve to exist if you can't work.

I’ve reached a point where I just can't bring myself to stress anymore, whether it’s about my career, the debt I owe to the banks, or pretty much anything else for that matter. Honestly, the only way my dad could really step up for me is if he let me move back into his place, assuming the bank ends up foreclosing on mine and leaves me completely out on the street. My mom brought me into this world—even if she had other options, I suppose—and I feel like I’ve done my part by her; I truly believe I helped her enough to make her life significantly easier just by being around. As for what happens to me next, well, it isn't entirely in my hands. If people think I’m not cut out for work, fine, but it’s perfectly obvious that if I'm deemed incapable of holding a job, then I simply won't have any way to pay back my loans or the ones my mother owes.