Short Story
Fell on hard times and could end up homeless any day now. Haven’t been able to work since 2016-2017 although I’ve tried and failed a few times. I was diagnosed with a severe mental disorder which keeps me locked away in my mind, almost in a trance like state listening to voices torture and gaslight me into believing in a false reality, listening to the lies and the slander….the accusations. I’ve lived in hell for too long and now I can’t seem to contribute and that’s hard on a man at the early age of 34. I’m appealing a denied disability claim now to try and get assistance bit they really don’t do their research. They denied me once already and only met with me on a virtual visit for 20 minutes and didn’t really ask the right questions or listen to the little I did say. There’s no specific amount I’m asking for. I would be grateful for a dollar so any amount would be a blessing
Disabled
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My name is Brett Short, and I’m here today to humble myself and finally ask someone for help. I’m 34 and I was diagnosed with severe schizzoaffective disorder in 2016-2017 and since then I’ve been unable to work and unable to have a normal lifestyle. This disorder was triggered by the traumatic event of finding my dad dead unexpectedly on June 12 2016. Since then I’ve been fighting an alternate reality where I hear many voices and most of the time I’m too stuck in my head to do anything because I’m arguing with the voices in my head and then the disorder is a mix of schizophrenia and mood disorders so I have severe depression too. I’ve applied for disability one time and they denied me after only seeing me once on a virtual visit for 20 minutes. I’m not proud of it but it’s gotten so bad that I can’t bring myself to shower but once every 2 weeks or so. I used to work hard and take a shower every day, brush my teeth etc. Since my dad died I’ve struggled every single day. It would be a blessing if I was to find some help here because I feel even worse that my half sister’s grandmother (no blood relation) took me in with all my problems and I haven’t paid a dime and I can barely pull myself together to help clean and contribute. It would be nice to have some money to survive on, hopefully, until I get disability because I reapplied and filed an appeal. So fingers crossed on that one. Most days I don’t know if it’s mental illness, demons on behalf of Satan testing my faith to see if I’m worthy of the kingdom of heaven, or the government torturing me and gaslighting me, constantly slandering, accusing, and lying. Have you ever tried to go to sleep with a group of people standing around you tearing into you about things you’ve never done, trying to convince you of this false reality you know is not real, even though you begin to question it. I know I won’t find peace but I would be very grateful for any help received and wish and hope that if for some reason you find it in your hearts to help that I could repay you some day. Either way, our father up I’m heaven knows your hearts, and mine as well, and the main thing is is that your true reward will be accumulated I’m heaven waiting for you when you get there. I don’t know about you but I’m ready for that day to come so I can finally go home. If you made it this far, thank you, I hope you have a blessed one. Yahuah and Yahusha keep you
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