Disabled Canadian 🧵As a Disabled person of Canada I require funding to continue my life. My CHRONIC and PERMANENT Medical Conditions require medication and medical aids to continue my life comfortably. If given financial aid, I would then spend that money in my community.
At the moment, I have been prescribed Vyvanse for the results of my "Brain Injuries" (Plural) Vyvanse is a newer stimulant for treatmet of ADHD and Binge eating. It's expensive. My first bottle of 60 pills cost me $84 and that's with some prescription coverage from my spouse.
That is $84 off my $1,284 per month stipend from WCB. I have to pay for an Anti-epileptic medicine, an antidepressant and now a blood pressure med. Overall, the three different meds I take cost roughly $130 per month. Keeping tally, $1154 for my portion of our bills, Utilities.
My commonlaw spouse pays the full rent, the car payment, Car Insurance The entertainment budget, food and other essentials.
My Direct Energy Bill this month was $144.79 and my Epcor Bill was $189. I wasn't able to pay them in full, because I have a Visa Bill hanging over my head.
After those payments are made, I have to budget for our Home rental Insurance, a must to rent a home in Alberta. $71 per month. On top of that I live in my $1000 overdraft at the bank, so I pay for that every month to the tune of $30 per month.
Before I became disabled and unable to work, I had a life and like many Canadian's I carry Credit Card Debt. A lot of Credit Card Debt, but it's under the amount that I can ask for Debt relief...So here I am stuck in Poor Person Pergatory, waiting on some ray of light.
What has the Governments (Plural) offered up to help the Disabled of Canada - MEDICAL ASSISTANCE IN DYING and over 2 years of discussions on whether we are worthy of any increase in our Financial Aid so we can live with DIGNITY and a MODICUM OF SELF ESTEEM.
Every day, I wake up and fight my brain. Not one day goes by, where the whisper of the thought of suicide doesn't cross my mind. I have a bucketfull of Mental Health labels, but with the Epilepsy diagnosis at 19, I was also handed the label of Major Depressive Disorder
With the double whammy of a Personality Disorder, which has the wonderful component of Self-image issues and Depression, everyday I fight the urge to end my life. I have been taught skills to help with the fight. I have been prescribed drugs to help with the fight.
I fight. ME. Not you, reader, not the people that live next door, not the people who make the laws and govern over my life. I FIGHT TO STAY ALIVE, EVERY DAY! As do, many other Canadian citizen's with Disabilities. I am tired of platitudes and assurances of "It's going to be ok."
I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm battle scarred and bone weary of fighting my own brain. Does it matter anymore, how any of us feel? Does anyone who can do anything about this, care anymore? Is it just about Capitalism and Who owns the most? #CanadianDisabilityBenefit #DERB #cdnpoli
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