Things have been rough… really rough for me. I don’t need pity. I’m finally willing to admit I need help, more than a doctor or medicine can provide.
I’m disabled and unable to work, but also no income because I’m 1 1/2 years into the disability insurance process (some people wait several years). It started a few years ago when I was smoking some bud I grew and I ended up having a seizure, with convulsions and severe mental pain like I was being electrocuted for a couple hours. Ever since, smoking even a small amount of THC-dominant weed does the same thing. Sometimes even CBD-dominant weed has enough THC in it to do it. I have to be very careful with what I smoke. To make matters worse, the few times I’ve had a seizure from smoking made it so I also get them randomly even when not smoking now, especially when I move around a lot. For that reason, I stay in bed 99% of the time. Car rides are the biggest trigger for me, but even going outside in my backyard to take care of my plants in the summer has triggered it more times than I can count. I lost consciousness a few times, broke a few fingers from convulsing, and have been in and out of some very scary hospital visits from it. Basically, I can’t do shit anymore that doesn’t involve laying in bed on my computer, and taking care of my plants in the other room in short bursts. I’ve been to about a dozen doctors, and even more medication. Had EEG, MRI, the works. Nobody knows anything. They just keep guessing with different medicines, that do nothing other than make me sleep a bunch.
I’m also extremely depressed from not being able to do anything ever, and… other reasons. I mean, I’m happy when I have something to do, like growing plants, but I only really do that kind of work for less than an hour per day. Most of the time I sit on my computer in my bed, staring at the screen, wishing I had the motivation to do something, or have a friend to talk to. Yeah, I have no real life friends. I moved a while ago, and the few I made here I lost contact with when my disability prevented me from leaving my house.
I’m also depressed because I was a computer programmer for nearly 20 years, but about a year ago, a former real life friend of mine ran off with a 10 year old project of mine and pushed it off as their own, and I have no way to prove it. Something I was working on for a long time that was eventually going to be how I provided for me and my family. So yeah, wasted a good deal of my life on that.
Ever since that happened a year ago, I just stopped programming, and stopped doing much of anything except growing weed. I just sit here and stare at nothing most of the time. I’m finally ready to admit that I need help. I can’t snap out of it. It’d be nice if I had a friend to talk to offline or something that shares a common interest, but I’m socially awkward.
I recently started breeding to try something slightly different, and it’s fun, but my small space doesn’t allow me that much time (only 3 small tents, and I do 30-45 minutes of work at the end of the day when the lights come on). Luckily I have free electricity and housing for me and my family. My wife works and pays for the groceries because I’m lucky if I can sell $20 a month worth of odds and ends. I also can’t even stay awake for more than 2-4 hours on the medication I’m on, so I can’t even work remotely.
So yeah, that’s where I am. I need medical help, a friend, and money, and things only seem to be getting worse.