Oh boy, group living is so fun. Someone in my sober living house has been off their schizoaffective meds since the day I met them, and made very clearly manic plans to move across the country to be homeless and take a dangerous 90 hour a week job that isn’t even guaranteed. This person annoys the shit out of me, and part of me wanted this to happen because of how annoying it is living with them, but against my selfish whims I convinced them to get back on their meds, and spent some of the last of my money on a ride to a mental health urgent care across town. That’ll get them their scripts, get them filled, and a ride back home today. Also paid for a ride slot for someone to go with them to make sure they actually get on their meds. I’m annoyed that this person has repeatedly put me in this situation, but hopefully things will be better when I actually start getting paychecks from my job again.

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