So I recently turned 48, an age that many doctors from my mid to late 20's never ever thought I would actually see in my lifetime. I had many health issues and my mental health being what it was and often still is there was no likelihood I would even have seen 40. And here I am at 48 not really making major health strides but I am breathing, living on my own without any parental backing this time.
That backing this is big for me and they didn't cut me off as most would have presumed but rather I went into the VAMC for treatment and came out kicking mentally ready to try to cut the apron strings. To be free of the manipulation from my Mom and no family telling me how I don't know what I am doing anymore. I actually only really interact with one relative who is near my age and was my uncle's son on my mother's side of the family and that is only through Facebook, he never insulted me or made fun of me incessantly.
I got out of the VA and worked for a while through Voc Rehab and that was a struggle living in a new HUD apartment complex for Veterans here in Michigan. I lost the job after a few months, just couldn't mentally keep struggling along. As it turned out it was likely the best thing that couldn't have happened a few months later I was finally service-connected. I used the back pay for a car and a house and for over a year I am living on my own (with rather intense therapy at the VA) but I am making my own decisions for the very first time in over 20 years by myself. Fail or Pass they are mine and mine alone.
For a Bipolar with Borderline Personality Disorder/PTSD (non-combat) with a major depressive past including several serious failed attempts at harming myself. And here I am, on my own THRIVING at least most of the time.
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