People always ask me “how I do it.” They want to know how I can be so ill yet work full-time, go to school, and own and ride a horse. “I don’t know — I just do it,” has always been my answer.
That’s a lie, though. I don’t “just do” anything. I break, cry, shut down, and work myself into the ground. I do it all in an effort to get a job that’s better suited for my body and is able to pay enough for me to afford life with my chronic illness.
I used to be on disability, and unfortunately, the full amount of disability payments wasn’t enough for me to even be eligible to rent an apartment in my area — let alone pay for medical coverage that wasn’t covered by health insurance.
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