I don't know what to do , or where to go...I am sitting on some steps and I am crying alone.
This shouldn't be my life.
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But the odds are stacked against people who find themselves suddenly at the bottom of the barrel.
It, sadly began with my decision to give up my life and go back to Michigan to be my mother's full time care give r.
It took three and a half years of my life.
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It took all of my savings and retirement. It took my participation in the labor market.
It gave me much, and I wouldn't trade it, but that's where it began if I am to be honest.
Then We lost 2016 three months later and I plummeted.
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Every single day has been a struggle since then. I've only truly had stable housing for about a third of that time, but even then it was with friends whose kindness I was constantly having to recognize, and that is exhausting.
I can't tell you how exhausting..
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My depression after the isolation of Covid has magnified everything. My social anxiety disorder has become do sopronounced that I've even avoided Twitter, which has my emotional support animal for over five years.
I don't even know if anyone will bother to read this.
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I feel like so much liquid being flushed down the drain.
It is all so surreal.
Thank God it is summer.
That is one blessing.
I have got to pause here and go take care of some paperwork. I will continue as soon as I can.
...
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The Magas in the region I live in were often fairly well off financially. Well off enough to pay both arms and legs for the array of very expensive Trump signs, Trunp flags, and other types of political detritus to fill their yards and windows and automobiles with.
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Your economic disparity argument was never a good fit and was based more on the guiding force of your imagination than in reality.
In 2016 more of the truly impoverished in this nation voted for Hillary Clinton than for Donald Trump.
Tonight, after having to inform @instaCart that no one had gotten back to me about a new appeal, I finally received a response.
Upon opening the email I was gutted.
Gutted.
The response I received tonight is the exact same form letter I received originally.
Word 4 word.
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They did not address or consider any of my evidence, nor seek any further information regarding the many systemic flaws the q! evidence uncovers. Nor did they offer any explanation on why or how my identity keeps getting crossed w/ other users or the implications.
I am so broken by @instacart that it's almost hard to describe. After two years with this platform, and after over 1000 shops I was summarily deactivated three days ago. It is my ONLY source of income.
My initial devastation has been replaced by pure shock at the treatment I have received since.
I was informed of my deactivation through a form letter email that did not outline a specific problem, but asked me to defend against it anyway in the single appeal I was allowed.
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I begged them repeatedly to explain why I was deactivated and what specific charge I was defending against, but I received only a single response that said my appeal was denied and their decision was final. It was in that letter that they finally told me what I had done wrong.
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My mom used to tell people that I was the easiest pregnancy she ever had, but the I paid her back by being her most difficult birth.
I weighed nearly 11 lbs at birth and my mom said she struggled with managing my weight for my first eighteen months. By one I was 45 lbs..
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This might amuse some who know me given I have struggled with keeping weight on for most of my life, but I got a strange flu when I was almost two and lost the weight.
It never came back.
My mom insisted that I "struggled to be born, and then struggled everyday after."
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In the last years of her life, when we spent all of our waking hours together, my mom shared a lot of things she never thought she would share with me or any of her children.
"I always knew you were gay. A mother just knows. And I hate knowing that."
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