My mother had schizophrenia among other mental illnesses growing up. She was never able to hold down a job and has been on disability since. My father on the other hand, has been working since he was literally a child. Never missed a day of work if he could help it. Held the same job for 29 years. 
I feel like I turned out like both my parents. My mental illness makes it so hard for me to get out of bed, but I do it anyway. I never call out if I can help it. I’ve only had one incident at work, but I’ve never been fired. Most people would call me a good worker, but on the inside I’m struggling so bad. 

Yesterday a customer told me I looked tired. I laughed and said “oh really?” 
In reality I’m just fucking depressed.

I’ve been off my meds for a bit. I know that’s the problem. It just sucks. I wish I could manage the way other people do without a psychiatrist or pills. Being a functioning adult is so hard when you can’t just “be”.