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Thank you. Even having friends to talk to on here improves things a bit.

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Sorry to hear this. Life is awful in pain and unable to get the help you need. As gingerbrat said, there’s mutual aid, however it’s a lottery as to whether anyone will answer or you’ll get enough. It’s a sick world where we all need to post our sob stories online and compete against each other, hoping someone will choose to help us over the others.

Why is everything always awful? I just have the constant refrain “I fucking hate being alive!” Going through my head 24/7. Still can’t walk, in pain. Struggling to get the donations I need for physiotherapy. Trapped indoors, going insane with frustration.

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I’ve been peeling the skin off my fingers for years. I remember at one appointment the doctor thought I had scabies because my fingers are so covered in bloody scabs, I embarrassingly had to tell him I’d done that myself. Didn’t know it was caused by stress, but that makes sense. I always just thought it was a bad habit that willpower could stop, but no matter how many times I decided to stop, I never managed to.

Me too. I used to have these intense, intrusive (but pleasant) visions where I’m a healthy, able bodied Australian living a fun life (so the total opposite of me in every way.) I wish I really was that person.

I feel this. Except in my case it’s my body that is so broken I can’t do anything except struggle to get through each day. It’s awful being a lump of meat and electrical activity with consciousness.

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Because people aren’t too disabled to work, or unable to find work because there are far more people looking for jobs than there are jobs available, or unable to find/pay for childcare, unable to afford the upfront costs needed to get a job like clothes/transport, or don’t have any qualifications as they were deprived in childhood, or a million other reasons why someone might not be working.