Thank fucking God!
Mar. 5th, 2013 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Finally some goddamn good news!
First of all, I finally got into a meeting with my new welfare councilor. I was so fucking scared she'd be one of those harpies who are convinced that you're only out to leech off the system, but it turns out I was lucky for once.
She. Is. A. Saint. Nothing less. She couldn't help with my finances, but within half an hour she got more done than I got done in 6 months with my old one. I'll be contacted sometime this week by someone from a home aid service to arrange for some help for me, while I'm not in therapy. It might just end up being someone to talk to or hold my hand for the difficult phonecalls, but jesus fuck, just knowing that I'll be getting some kind of help - ANY kind of help - is more than I've seen for almost 2 years. I was so afraid I'd be left to rot after the psych people turned me down, and that I'd never get well enough to get Pea back home. But now I have hope!
And it doesn't even stop there. My councilor is a truly special woman. Not only had she actually read my file before the meeting (I only barely avoided screaming out HALLELUJAH!!), she also had faith in me. After reading how much shit I'd gone through, she still thought I was strong enough to keep moving. She made it clear that she had every confidence in my ability to beat this. I cried in her office. I haven't met this kind of support from the system since... well... ever, really.
I went home feeling truly hopeful for the first time since before the move. God, what a difference it makes knowing someone is in your corner!
As for my financial issue, it's very evident that I have to move again into something smaller, but there is also good news on that front. While I still don't know when I can find something else, it looks like there is a lot of exchanging of apartments in this town, because there are a shitload of new apartments being built. Which means a lot of people upgrade to newer buildings, leaving the old ones available. And better still, if I apply for something in the same leasing company (badly translated, but whatever) I get bumped up the line, rather than if I had to apply from the outside. Whatever, it means there's a fairly good chance I can find something new within 6 months. *fingers crossed*
It also leaves me free to say something which has been bothering me.
I. Hate. This. Apartment.
Sure, I could get used to it, but so far all I have associated it with has been bad, and it's really kind of stupidly set up. I might regret saying this if the next thing I get is even shittier, but wow, for an apartment this huge it's really weirdly arranged. I suspect it was made for elderly people originally. The kitchen is tiny and the bathroom is HUGE, but there's no tub, and it's not like you need room for a washer and drier, because that has a room on its own in the middle, with doors all around it. It's just awkward moving around here with so many doors opening in all directions. Even Pea seems slightly bothered by it and is continuously closing all of the doors.
Not to mention that everywhere I look I still find gunk left by the previous owner. *shudder* I'm so happy I'll be moving. Even if it's to something worse, I just want away from this, and forget I was ever here.
Other financial news include that I've managed to postpone paying off my student loans, so I'm free of that payment until January next year. Which means that I can eat. This is good. I might have to live on pasta for a few months, but I won't starve.
There's also a chance I can apply for some aid to pay my rent until I move, since this situation wasn't of my own doing. And on top of that it looks like I can also apply for a little additional cash for when the next move rolls around. Especially since I paid everything myself last time.
All of those things are slowly underway and I'm steadily psyching myself up for the move. Which will be fucking horrible, but I'll survive. I can do this.
TL;DR: I'm okay. I'll make it.
First of all, I finally got into a meeting with my new welfare councilor. I was so fucking scared she'd be one of those harpies who are convinced that you're only out to leech off the system, but it turns out I was lucky for once.
She. Is. A. Saint. Nothing less. She couldn't help with my finances, but within half an hour she got more done than I got done in 6 months with my old one. I'll be contacted sometime this week by someone from a home aid service to arrange for some help for me, while I'm not in therapy. It might just end up being someone to talk to or hold my hand for the difficult phonecalls, but jesus fuck, just knowing that I'll be getting some kind of help - ANY kind of help - is more than I've seen for almost 2 years. I was so afraid I'd be left to rot after the psych people turned me down, and that I'd never get well enough to get Pea back home. But now I have hope!
And it doesn't even stop there. My councilor is a truly special woman. Not only had she actually read my file before the meeting (I only barely avoided screaming out HALLELUJAH!!), she also had faith in me. After reading how much shit I'd gone through, she still thought I was strong enough to keep moving. She made it clear that she had every confidence in my ability to beat this. I cried in her office. I haven't met this kind of support from the system since... well... ever, really.
I went home feeling truly hopeful for the first time since before the move. God, what a difference it makes knowing someone is in your corner!
As for my financial issue, it's very evident that I have to move again into something smaller, but there is also good news on that front. While I still don't know when I can find something else, it looks like there is a lot of exchanging of apartments in this town, because there are a shitload of new apartments being built. Which means a lot of people upgrade to newer buildings, leaving the old ones available. And better still, if I apply for something in the same leasing company (badly translated, but whatever) I get bumped up the line, rather than if I had to apply from the outside. Whatever, it means there's a fairly good chance I can find something new within 6 months. *fingers crossed*
It also leaves me free to say something which has been bothering me.
I. Hate. This. Apartment.
Sure, I could get used to it, but so far all I have associated it with has been bad, and it's really kind of stupidly set up. I might regret saying this if the next thing I get is even shittier, but wow, for an apartment this huge it's really weirdly arranged. I suspect it was made for elderly people originally. The kitchen is tiny and the bathroom is HUGE, but there's no tub, and it's not like you need room for a washer and drier, because that has a room on its own in the middle, with doors all around it. It's just awkward moving around here with so many doors opening in all directions. Even Pea seems slightly bothered by it and is continuously closing all of the doors.
Not to mention that everywhere I look I still find gunk left by the previous owner. *shudder* I'm so happy I'll be moving. Even if it's to something worse, I just want away from this, and forget I was ever here.
Other financial news include that I've managed to postpone paying off my student loans, so I'm free of that payment until January next year. Which means that I can eat. This is good. I might have to live on pasta for a few months, but I won't starve.
There's also a chance I can apply for some aid to pay my rent until I move, since this situation wasn't of my own doing. And on top of that it looks like I can also apply for a little additional cash for when the next move rolls around. Especially since I paid everything myself last time.
All of those things are slowly underway and I'm steadily psyching myself up for the move. Which will be fucking horrible, but I'll survive. I can do this.
TL;DR: I'm okay. I'll make it.