I have been honest about my financial struggles and about my depression. It’s embarrassing sometimes to know that people I know, like for real know -people in my family or at work – read and know about these struggles. Still, I apparently can’t keep my big mouth shut!
Honestly, I feel like there is so much stigma surrounding bipolar disorder and mental illness in general, as well as surrounding financial stress, that it’s important that I not hide and pretend everything is fine. We all have voices, shouldn’t we use them? Isn’t that voice a gift from God?
Okay, I’m a little off track. Today, a phone call came from a doctor’s office that I would be receiving a refund from them because the insurance company, which originally denied the claim, later paid it after I’d already done so. This may not sound like a big deal to a lot of people, since it’s not what most would consider a lot of money, but with my husband unemployed and our dead car, that brief message promising a refund check was a ray of hope and, to me, proof of God’s love.