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Another posting of a Skinny Girl Trapped in a Fat Girl’s Body.
So, it’s been a bit since I posted last, but most of that has to do with the fact that my household is dealing with depression. I am usually okay, but this last week has been bad, and it hasn’t helped that the teenager is at home this past week either. I love her, and I love the other half in my life, but when I am down, apparently I take everyone with me... Irritating as all hell, but what can you do, right?
I am feeling bad this week, because I should be getting married this May, but because “I” haven’t done any of the paperwork to get more income, we are not able to even make ends meet... There is a lot going on, most of it to do with me feeling like I am the only one worrying about money and I seem to be the only one who can change our income either. I can change “MY” income, but not anyone else’s. I am doing what I can to do that too. I HATE the paperwork part of it, but I am still doing it. I have met with a Lawyer to find out what my rights are with regards to applying to AISH. I know now that the wording my doctor put on my application was too vague. I am glad to know that there are ways for my doctor to word things so that I am more likely to get the extra income that AISH would afford me.
I don’t know how many know this, but I am on what most would call Social Assistance. It is actually called Income Assistance, although, with how little they give a family of three, it’s more like Income Screw-over. The only reason I manage the bills I do have is because I am also in Social Housing. It sucks, but it’s better than not being able to make ends meet. I live in a complex where I am increasingly feeling like a “visible minority,” even though I am not. It doesn’t help the feelings of depression. Then I have this wonderful man in my life, who as much as I love him, pushes my daughter’s buttons as hard as he can, in a attempt to make her want to do more. It’s actually starting to backfire. I wish I knew how to make him and her stop trying to kill each other.
I have been looking about in the last few days to see if there are any therapy programs for myself and my daughter, as we both need the help. I am Bi-Polar, she is Early Onset Bi-Polar. Thus, the both of us need to be seeing someone. I have found a few ideas, and I am now trying to see if any of them will take us. One of them is actually a Equine Therapy, and I think it might just be the best fit for both of us. The even better part of this is that they are funded by Alberta Health Services! YAY! One good point for it already.
The other thing I am trying to find is for my daughter. She needs something to do this summer that will get her away from the house. I had been looking at a summer camp, but when I logged on to the website for it, they had filled the programs within the first 24 hours of it being posted as open. I am trying now to see if she can get into a volunteer position for one of the camps she has attended in the past. If that works out, all the better, because it is a camp that is geared towards kids who need extra support.
How do I keep moving when all I want to do is crawl under a rock and cry? I somehow have been doing just that. Anyways, I think this is it for this posting. There will be more. Wait for it!
So, it’s been a bit since I posted last, but most of that has to do with the fact that my household is dealing with depression. I am usually okay, but this last week has been bad, and it hasn’t helped that the teenager is at home this past week either. I love her, and I love the other half in my life, but when I am down, apparently I take everyone with me... Irritating as all hell, but what can you do, right?
I am feeling bad this week, because I should be getting married this May, but because “I” haven’t done any of the paperwork to get more income, we are not able to even make ends meet... There is a lot going on, most of it to do with me feeling like I am the only one worrying about money and I seem to be the only one who can change our income either. I can change “MY” income, but not anyone else’s. I am doing what I can to do that too. I HATE the paperwork part of it, but I am still doing it. I have met with a Lawyer to find out what my rights are with regards to applying to AISH. I know now that the wording my doctor put on my application was too vague. I am glad to know that there are ways for my doctor to word things so that I am more likely to get the extra income that AISH would afford me.
I don’t know how many know this, but I am on what most would call Social Assistance. It is actually called Income Assistance, although, with how little they give a family of three, it’s more like Income Screw-over. The only reason I manage the bills I do have is because I am also in Social Housing. It sucks, but it’s better than not being able to make ends meet. I live in a complex where I am increasingly feeling like a “visible minority,” even though I am not. It doesn’t help the feelings of depression. Then I have this wonderful man in my life, who as much as I love him, pushes my daughter’s buttons as hard as he can, in a attempt to make her want to do more. It’s actually starting to backfire. I wish I knew how to make him and her stop trying to kill each other.
I have been looking about in the last few days to see if there are any therapy programs for myself and my daughter, as we both need the help. I am Bi-Polar, she is Early Onset Bi-Polar. Thus, the both of us need to be seeing someone. I have found a few ideas, and I am now trying to see if any of them will take us. One of them is actually a Equine Therapy, and I think it might just be the best fit for both of us. The even better part of this is that they are funded by Alberta Health Services! YAY! One good point for it already.
The other thing I am trying to find is for my daughter. She needs something to do this summer that will get her away from the house. I had been looking at a summer camp, but when I logged on to the website for it, they had filled the programs within the first 24 hours of it being posted as open. I am trying now to see if she can get into a volunteer position for one of the camps she has attended in the past. If that works out, all the better, because it is a camp that is geared towards kids who need extra support.
How do I keep moving when all I want to do is crawl under a rock and cry? I somehow have been doing just that. Anyways, I think this is it for this posting. There will be more. Wait for it!