Spiderman
Veteran Member
Do you ever do things with the intention of escaping reality.
What will really help me though is getting a job and actually holding it. I have mental health professionals including a vocations specialist who are good at finding mental cases work and they are trying to find me work and I can use them as references.
I stopped working because I screw up at every job. Last job I had was detailing cars. We spent all day vacuuming the inside of the car and washing the outside. We made the car look spotless and someone was coming to buy it. Then I backed the car out of the garage and didn't see a concrete pole, so while turning the vehicle, it scraped the pole causing the mirror and the head light to come off and leaving a big dent. Someone was going to buy the frigging thing and I screwed it up after working on it diligently for hours.
Ever since then, I had a phobia of working. Last time I worked fast food I took a box cutter and stabbed my wrists leaving a trail of blood all over the floor. It actually made me feel better but freaked out my superior. Working has always been very stressful and I find myself extremely distracted living in the past and living in a different world where I can't focus. But miracles are possible.
I eventually want to be a peer support specialist which is a mentally ill person who helps out others who are mentally ill. In order to get that job I need two years of not getting hospitalized and staying sober. Miracles can happen though.
Don't feel sorry for me though because some of this I brought on myself.
What will really help me though is getting a job and actually holding it. I have mental health professionals including a vocations specialist who are good at finding mental cases work and they are trying to find me work and I can use them as references.
I stopped working because I screw up at every job. Last job I had was detailing cars. We spent all day vacuuming the inside of the car and washing the outside. We made the car look spotless and someone was coming to buy it. Then I backed the car out of the garage and didn't see a concrete pole, so while turning the vehicle, it scraped the pole causing the mirror and the head light to come off and leaving a big dent. Someone was going to buy the frigging thing and I screwed it up after working on it diligently for hours.
Ever since then, I had a phobia of working. Last time I worked fast food I took a box cutter and stabbed my wrists leaving a trail of blood all over the floor. It actually made me feel better but freaked out my superior. Working has always been very stressful and I find myself extremely distracted living in the past and living in a different world where I can't focus. But miracles are possible.
I eventually want to be a peer support specialist which is a mentally ill person who helps out others who are mentally ill. In order to get that job I need two years of not getting hospitalized and staying sober. Miracles can happen though.
Don't feel sorry for me though because some of this I brought on myself.
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