Compensation

This is a story about maintaining equilibrium…

I started the year £52,000 in debt, with no home and no car. I started the year addicted to painkillers and sleeping pills. I started the year in a very dire situation. The odds were stacked against me.

I managed to quit those addictive medications. I managed to avoid bankruptcy. I managed to rent a place to live. I managed to buy a car. I managed to earn and save enough money to repay half my debt.

That’s right. I’m halfway there.

In actual fact, I’m being a bit premature. My total outstanding debt is £43,250 and I’ve managed to save up £23,400, which is more than 50% but I haven’t actually made a substantial repayment yet, because I’m terribly afraid that I’m going to get sick. I’m on the brink of having a nervous breakdown. It’s been unbelievably stressful and exhausting to get to this point.

Did I mention that I quit addictive painkillers and sleeping pills?

A little over a year ago I was physically addicted to vast quantities of Valium and Xanax, as well as everything else.

How the hell does a homeless, bankrupt, drug addict, with mountainous debts, go from being sectioned in a secure psych ward, to being able to repay nearly £25k of debts as well as renting a house, buying a car and holding down a good job?

Compensation.

To compensate for the horrific withdrawal of all those medications, which caused massive problems with anxiety and insomnia, it has been necessary for me to compensate. To compensate for the stress and the misery of being flat broke and having the threat of bankruptcy, homelessness and destitution hanging over me; the stress of having to work really hard to service debts and save up money to get back in the black – that’s required me to compensate.

I’ve been compensating for the horrendous things going on in my personal life; the incredible stress.

I’ve compensated by over-eating and drinking too much.

The stress has been off the fucking charts.

My drinking has been out of control.

I’ve put on weight.

If you think I should eat less, eat healthy, exercise more and generally look after myself, I ask you to re-consider what I just told you. Somehow I’ve managed to quit 5 physically addictive medications, move house twice, service debts of over £50k, save up £24k, work 3 jobs, please my clients, zoom all over the fucking country and generally live a miserable austere life with no reward for my efforts.

My mealtimes and my alcoholism are all I’ve got to live for at the moment. Getting fat, unfit and destroying my health with alcohol isn’t my idea of a great way to live – it’s a reaction to my extreme circumstances, and the horrible suffering associated with the stress of being massively indebted, skint, insecure and withdrawing from very addictive medications.

A lot of people aren’t able to tolerate the horribleness of the anxiety, the insomnia and generally feeling like you’re going to die, when you stop taking medications like Valium and Xanax. A lot of people will be hooked for life on their antidepressants, sleeping pills, tranquillisers, sedatives, painkillers and other such medications, because they can’t stand the withdrawal.

A lot of people are destroyed by their debts. So many suicides are precipitated by financial problems. When you’re deep in a debt hole and bankruptcy seems to be like the only option, that’s a life-ruining thing to happen, because a bankruptcy is a black mark against your name for the rest of your life. Try renting a place to live as a bankrupt. Try getting a good job as a bankrupt. Try living any kind of life in this modern debt-driven society as a bankrupt.

My way of compensating for the difficulties in my life has been to comfort eat and get drunk.

I hate it.

I’m getting fat and unfit. I’m destroying my health.

It’s a race against time.

I need to clear my debts before my unhealthy eating and abusive drinking kills me.

Don’t tell me to eat healthy, eat less, drink less, exercise and otherwise make my life any more fucking miserable than it already is. I know what I’m doing to myself and I know what I’d do if I wasn’t under such extreme pressure and stress; so distressed and living a life of such abject misery. I’m taking a very calculated but extreme risk, to escape from the trap – the trap of debt, the trap of addiction, the trap of homelessness, the trap of poverty, the trap of mental health problems, the trap of misery and hopelessness.

That I’ve managed to almost escape so much that threatened to destroy me, is remarkable. The only way I’ve managed to achieve it is by compensating with over-eating and drinking too much. My health is getting fucked up. My appearance is getting fucked up. I hate everything about my life, but I’m halfway to freedom.

I did intend on writing this once I’ve finally managed to make a great big £24,000 downpayment on my debts, bringing things down to an amount I can pay back in 3 or 4 months, which seems much more achievable.

I’ve achieved the fucking impossible.

I had to write this now, because I can’t hold on much longer. Every week is unbearable, but every week inches me a little closer to freedom.

Getting to the end of September will be a huge milestone.

October I need to take some well-earned and very overdue rest.

November and December I need to make sure I stay sane and healthy and keep my job.

2019 is potentially the year I turn my whole life around.

Still so far to go.

It fucking sucks.

But there is a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.

Tags: #debt #homeless #capitalism #banking #suicide #addiction #medication