There is this in-between land. Too healthy to qualify for some services, to ill to quite make it as a healthy person. Too poor to afford housing etc, but too rich to qualify for help?
My "riches" this time come in the form of my having taken twelve credits last semester. Disqualfied me for at least one subsidized housing option. My job, however, would qualify me easily. So how, I wonder, are students supposed to find housing? Are we supposed to be taking out loans to pay for our housing, when if we were just smart enough to take one class less, we would be able to get assistance now and at least slow down our debt accumulation process? Are we all supposed to have relatives and live with them, regardless of our age or current situation or even the location of these relatives? And here we are, accumulating debt since we either aren't patient enough or aren't holy enough (I don't really think this is the problem for me, just now; don't worry) or just aren't something enough to pay for our schooling as we go (while we work our minimum wage jobs not quite full time, since we actually want to pass our classes and avoid a visit to the psych unit of the local hospital - which would add to our debt again, by the way). Anyway, I think I'm here complaining about money.
There is one thing I really like about the Bible verse Matthew 6:26 about God providing for the birds and even more for us. It points out that the birds aren't farming for their food. They aren't working for it. And God is still feeding them. I don't mean that everyone should go quit their jobs; I mean that I don't have to worry about if I'm working "enough."
So back to my money complaints, I guess the complaints don't help much except for amusing me. I did find a possible place to live, but my dear Mr. Guinnea Pig wouldn't be allowed to accompany me there. And that would be sad. I suppose I could see if he would qualify as a service animal, but that just seems, well, a little like I'm "using" my depression, and I don't want to "use" it. However, I do spend an aweful lot of money on my mental health. Probably about as much on mental health as I do for gas or for food a month.
Oh, well. Maybe that's enough money talk for now. The One feeding the birds will... I don't even really know what He will do, since I don't exactly see a guarentee that He will make sure every person has an apartment. But somehow, it will work out.