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I realize that this post was just disturbing. Sorry about that. I lost my job 5 weeks ago. My unemployment benefits were denied and I am in the appeals process.
I did receive food stamps and public medical insurance that will be activated on April 1. I was denied cash assistance and housing expenses based on the my ASRS pension account. I have applied for full withdrawal of my pension which will take some pretty heavy penalites before it hits my bank account in 8 - 10 weeks.
In the meantime, I am penniless with no way to pay my rent or utilities, put gas in my car or buy a bus pass even. I learned on my birthday that I might very well lose my apartment and my cats will have to be fostered out or surrendered to the pound.
Friends have offered me very temporary places to stay (for a night or two) or there are women's shelters all around the city. I will be homeless. With my health issues grown so much worse over the past two years, I am not confident that I will survive homelessness. The disruption in medication routines, perhaps the need to sleep in my car...I am a strong person, but this, I think is beyond my abilities. If I were young and healthy, I would do whatever it took to survive. Now...I am tired in every conceivable sense. Just exhausted.
This is what the weird post was about. UPDATE: Friends-as-Family, friends, acquaintances, former colleagues and you gals here are mobilizing. I may be spared the fate of homelessness and even buy time until my pension comes in and/or Unemployment is settled. I am ashamed to have had so little faith.
Thank you so much for your notes and little gifts and for staying in touch with me. I am deeply grateful. More than these black and white letters can express.
Con amor,
Athena
And now I am tired.
I did receive food stamps and public medical insurance that will be activated on April 1. I was denied cash assistance and housing expenses based on the my ASRS pension account. I have applied for full withdrawal of my pension which will take some pretty heavy penalites before it hits my bank account in 8 - 10 weeks.
In the meantime, I am penniless with no way to pay my rent or utilities, put gas in my car or buy a bus pass even. I learned on my birthday that I might very well lose my apartment and my cats will have to be fostered out or surrendered to the pound.
Friends have offered me very temporary places to stay (for a night or two) or there are women's shelters all around the city. I will be homeless. With my health issues grown so much worse over the past two years, I am not confident that I will survive homelessness. The disruption in medication routines, perhaps the need to sleep in my car...I am a strong person, but this, I think is beyond my abilities. If I were young and healthy, I would do whatever it took to survive. Now...I am tired in every conceivable sense. Just exhausted.
This is what the weird post was about. UPDATE: Friends-as-Family, friends, acquaintances, former colleagues and you gals here are mobilizing. I may be spared the fate of homelessness and even buy time until my pension comes in and/or Unemployment is settled. I am ashamed to have had so little faith.
Thank you so much for your notes and little gifts and for staying in touch with me. I am deeply grateful. More than these black and white letters can express.
Con amor,
Athena
And now I am tired.