For those people that know me they know that my life sucks. Now, it's not the kind of "my parents don't understand me" or "I don't have enough money" kind of suck. It's more along the lines of "25, medically disabled, living with my parents with no resources left whatsoever" kind of suck.
You see, I'm screwed eight-ways to Sunday. I have a list of medical problems a mile long - life-threatening allergies, mental illnesses, a faulty knee, weekly migraines, etc. I've been out of work for the past five years or so because my doctors say I'm disabled. For those five years I've been trying to SSI Disability, but I've have been denied at every turn. Because of my status as disabled I can't work, and am forced to live with my parents. Because of this I have no cash flow whatsoever; the things that I do get are bought for me by my parents. (I know, at 25 it's embarrassing as hell to be still totally dependent on your parents, but that's how bad off I am.) I hope to change that.
Yesterday I went to the local Welfare Office. Accompanied by an authorized representative from the Samaritan Center I applied for Medicaid and Food-stamps. It may have taken the better part of the day to compile all my information, if losing a day to paperwork is all it takes to stand on my own two feet again then I'm okay with it. With a little lock and a lot of praying maybe, just maybe, I'll finally have that chance to succeed again...
7 years, 5 months ago
27 Jan 2012 23:59 CET