Only received 1 order in my zone all week (well, 2, but the second order was canceled due to app issues).
It actually is fun doing it. It’s like a game, since it tests your speed grocery shopping.
The app goes off 30 minutes before your shift starts. Then once your shift starts it’s actively looking for orders. You’re basically on-call the whole shift.
I think I will stick with this for awhile and see how the next couple of weeks go before I check in again about it. So wish me luck with getting orders. I just found out yesterday that my zone is new, which is why I haven’t been getting many just yet.
The great thing is, I can do this to supplement the income I have, and it’s a great job to start out with if you have a disability (physical or mental), and you want to start slow or keep a slightly slower pace. (Bonus points if you are already a fast worker to begin with).
within every person with schizophrenia is a different person. we are all different.
also i dont buy into the fact the people with schizophrenia arent depressed. maybe not clinical and so bad to needing ECT. but this is such a lonely disorder. i refuse to say disease. i need hours upon hours of alone time. but to be alone for so many years is a different thing. i actually handled it well minus the psychosis for 4 years. idk whats differnt abut this year. maybe that my neighbor died. and it has me questioning life and the purpose of it. but this and last year have been the worst years of my life.
2008 was bad. but its like 2008 when i was almost homeless is like hitting me now i think because i didnt realize the impact money has until i got on disability last year. and now im on food stamps. who knows how long ill have all that too. i fear ill lose any at any review time.
i may not be a leper in my eyes but im another poverty statistic. another mentally ill poverty statistic. the kinda person sociologists report on in the news and articles online and how we need to help these people. but help never comes around. its all talk. and we are all stuck in the same place with money woes and mentally ill minds and loneliness and other health issues and other issues. well yea who wouldnt be depressed.
in 2007 when i was 16 i was for sure id be a film student at a top texas university mingling with very few people but at the near top envied with my creative visions. never a nobody on disability and food stamps. not a single soul known in my mind. my dad taking care of me. and a racked up number of police records and hospital stays. #1 member at club meds. in the top 5 at a least. everything turned to hell in prodromal symptoms in 2008 and a full blown psychotic episode that same year when i was borderline homeless. and every year of my life since then too. and it only gets worse. the symptoms. my life situation. the environment. etc.
dont tell me to not give up. ive given up already. dont give me that bullsh_t about trying harder or giving it time or how the meds will work it evenly out. now all i can think about is how to live minute by minute on these meds with still symptoms vying for my attention. talking to my voices alone and in public. and fearing what i know is real. dont tell me its not. because it is.
im alone in this and always will be. question is how can i NOT kill myself over that fact.