Fuck 2014

This morning I am angry. I am annoyed. I’m glad to see the back of 2014 but I don’t believe that magically once the clock ticks over to midnight that things will be better. Because that’s illogical.


If you’ve read my posts this month so far you’ll see how I’m feeling. And that is crap. I’m trying to take care of myself. I’ve given up doing many things in exchange for letting myself do nothing (or binge watch TV shows). And that has helped. It’s just not enough.


I have struggled this year. All damn year. I feel like all I’ve managed to do is scrape by. I’m sick of scraping by.


I’m sick of having the problems in my life go unrecognised or unappreciated. I’m not legally seen as a carer, but I am. I wish the doctors who treat Ben like shit for keeping on fighting for a diagnosis would…I don’t know. Go into a career where they can’t treat people like shit? Just retire and let some good doctors take their place? I just don’t want people who don’t care in my life.


I don’t talk about this much. I don’t blog about it. It’s not fun. We fall outside of every support system there is. Because support systems are designed for those who know what’s wrong with them. You’re a fully functioning human being until you have some piece of paper saying that you have this definable problem. Ben has been eligible for a small amount of Newstart this year and his job network person kept recommending that he get a Centrelink Medical certificate to exempt him from activities – after talking to our GP about it many times (because he doesn’t usually “feel” like doing government paperwork – right, because the rest of us fucking love it) we finally got him to fill one in. Only Centrelink rejected it because apparently you’re not allowed to to be undiagnosed. Yeah, let that sink in. That may have been one of those times when I read the letter and literally screamed “are you fucking kidding me”.


To those “friends” of mine who decided to tell me that Ben is taking advantage of me by being unable to work because he’s sick – thank you, you’ve given us endless joke fodder. If Ben asks me to do some inane task like grab the washing in for him, I tell him nope, you’re taking advantage of me. Cheers for showing me your true colours – I’m sorry to lose old friends but I’m glad I had the chance to see what you truly feel so that you aren’t in my life any more. I have no room for that shit.


Why do we have to fight just to make someone pretend to care? Why do you have the right to be a senior doctor at a local hospital when you don’t give the slightest fuck what happens to your patients? When you roll your eyes at a patient who diligently writes down things that may be of use to you.


Do doctors understand that when you shove one person in limbo with misdiagnosis’s and not knowing what’s wrong and a general lack of giving a fuck that it really and truly fucks up the lives of everyone in that house, not just the person on the books as a patient? Do they know what it’s like for a person to be 30 and having been living on painkillers for no diagnosable reason for over a year? Do they know what it’s like for him to have had his independence taken away from him for three years when you keep changing your mind about what’s wrong and if he is or isn’t allowed to learn to drive?


This morning I had to face a fact that is hard for me. Very hard. I missed an assignment in the degree I enrolled in. I sent an email to the course coordinator of the two subjects I’m studying and said that I’m going to have to drop out. Because even if I got an extension, there’s no way I can write anything coherent right now. Certainly nothing of a postgraduate academic standard. So I’ll have some fails and extra fees on my transcript. Oh well.


For 7 weeks now I’ve tried to work out how to study. The most I’ve been able to do is print a few lectures and read them. I can’t think or interact further because my mind is too full of all this other shit. It has caused me so much stress. I wish I could keep studying. I love learning and I love being a student.


The overwhelming pressure for me right now is that I have to feel better in 5 days. In 5 days I start a new job. God I need a reliable income. Fuck 2014’s underemployment. I loved the people and the place I worked but nothing really compensates for the stress of underemployment. Smile at work, then go throw 90% of your pay on rent and go to the food bank in the hopes of saving on food enough to pay bills enough when they come in. That was a few months of my year.


I’m sad that I’ve had to cancel further study again. But at the same time I’m not. Because I’m not going to be learning anything in this state. I don’t think I’ll be able to study again until our lives approach some semblance of normal again. And who knows if or when that will be.


Fuck 2014.

16 Replies to “Fuck 2014”

  1. I’m so, so sorry for all of the hardships you’ve experienced, Vanessa, and join you in raising two middle fingers to the awfulness that was 2014.

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply

      Thanks Corrine. Here’s to a better 2015!

  2. You have a lot on your plate, I take my hat off to you for your dedication to your man and your future. Wishing you a wonderful year where things just start to work out right! xx N

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply

      I figure if I don’t stop moving forward, the tide will sweep me very far back, so it was the only option!!

  3. I’m so sorry that you are going through so much at the moment. 2014 seemed to be a clusterfuck for a lot of people. I hope that the new job helps provide a bit of stability for you and Ben and that you might finally get to the bottom of his health problems.

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply

      As boring as it is, stability is much needed.

  4. When it’s one thing after another piling up and bringing us down, we hit our breaking point. Then suddenly even the small stuff will feel like big stuff. It’s easy to say take care of yourself, take a break, do what feels good… But you’ve still got hubby to care for too. Hopefully he gets a diagnosis soon and things can make a bit more sense again . I kind of relate with the uni thing. I lost all motivation for mine this study period & am doing such bare minimum, just scraping through til I can defer in Feb. Sometimes the best option is to give it some time & try again later in life. Here’s hoping your 2015 comes with better times

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply

      It’s hard to study when you don’t have the motivation. But at least study is so much easier to access these days with lots being online so that it can be stopped and started to fit lives in, not the other way around.

  5. Im sorry for the hardships you’ve faced this year. May 2015 be less fucked!!

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply


  6. That is so shit you have had to give up your study, I know you wanted to do it so much. And as for doctors who don’t care… that’s shit too. Are they all narcissistic sociopaths? Some are, I’m sure of it.
    Keep fighting babe. I’m sure your real friends (I hope to include myself in that list?) will support you any way we can.
    A new calendar year doesn’t mean much in reality, but we can infuse it with meaning by focusing on new goals. ((hugs))

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply

      I think the ones we see are! Only a short time now til we can get some results we’re waiting on and swap GPs (even if we are stuck with the same doc at the hospital).

  7. I went on Google and typed “Fuck 2014” This is what came up in the suggestions so I read it. I am so sorry you are going through so much. This is the worst year of my life. My dad died suddenly in June and we were very close. My boyfriend and our 2 kids and myself just started renting a cute little house on November 1st. The stupid bitch of a landlord dropped the bomb on us today that she all of the sudden wants to sell it and we have to be out soon. We have only been here for 61 days. I can’t believe her. She is only out for herself. We pay out the ass for the rent plus all the utilities and she is giving US attitude. Its terrible. Anyway, it sounds like you are better off without those so-called friends. I can only hope 2015 is better than 2014 for both of us. Take care

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply

      Hi Tara, thanks for dropping by. I’m so sorry to hear about your dad. And that rental housing stress – I know it too. Take care and look forward for good in 2015!

  8. Oh honey, I see foodbanks and hospitals and missed commitments and I realize that your 2015 was exactly the same as ours – epically shit.
    Hang in there, it took us nearly 6 years to get a diagnosis for Mercedes and another 2 years to get the right teams involved so her hospital care is *mostly* excellent these days. It’s such a hard fight tho, utterly exhausting, and must be to some degree even more so when it’s your partner and someone who has always been well. At least for Mercedes, she’s always been sick. It’s become our way of life now. Not that it’s any less shit, just not so immediately stressful.

    1. Vanessa Smith says: Reply

      I must admit to being jealous of those I see who have an identifiable illness/disability – not only do you know what it is and how to manage it, but you have a community. It feels like those of us in limbo are just left floating alone sometimes. I’m looking forward at least to a more financially stable year with a different and full time job – planning things like nights away and massages for myself! I need it.

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