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WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 13, 2008
We live in a society where no one accepts responsibility for their mistakes, no one is held accountable for their actions, and no one, EVER says they are sorry. Let me you a small glimpse inside the day in the of un/underemployed where I spend day after day after may doing thesame thing without any result: I can only offer you a glimpse into day in the life because there is no room left sit in my car,and I believe my apartment may actually be a fire hazard... This was my daily update posted at 7:30am:
I have done everything humanly possible to clean up the slack; however, I feel I have no other choice than to file a formalcomplaint so that my entire case is reviewed. The numbers of mistakes are so overwhelming that I simply do not haveenough time to documents each one with the respective agency.I will try to be more specific later without going into too much detail, but unfortunately, that level of detail is required to filethe necessary appeals. Ironic huh? This apartment is like my own little cage, and I am just pathetic enough to run around incircles, hoping to find the much like a hamster wheel, rodent chasing in circles hoping to found my way out my way out before I run out air. If only I had finished my damn PhD, I would do my own case study or reality show on how far we will goto have nothing at all...I have taken care of the subrogation claim, however, that does not minimize my level of frustration because I amDROWNING in paperwork. I have contacted several agencies for assistance such as the Disability Law and Advocacy Center;however, I do not have the resources necessary to provide them with a timely response and additional d0cumentation they  would lead to do a thorough investigation. There is a very small window of time permitted to file a Request Reconsideration,or file administrative appeal.This is not new information to anyone who has been reading this message-- and if it is, then the agency involved is in much worse shape than I believed. I WANT A RESPONSE~ I WANT AN EXPLANATION- and oddly enough, I WANT AN APOLOGY!The simple fact that the only time I received a response from MH was when the "fraud" was entered into the conversation. Yet I was not the one who introduced it into the dialogue. It is very unfortunate that my advocate from the DLAC retired justdays before we were scheduled to review my case. That was three years ago, and not a single person who sat in on thatmeeting has acknowledged that it even took place. So here we are, three years later, and I am asking for the exact samethings: assistance filing a social security appeal, vocational rehabilitation, and to be treated with a shred of commoncourtesy. I cannot believe I have to spell that out for you. For anyone. Professional or otherwise. Has no one read my file?Because anyone who has would understand why I find it to be beyond comprehension that trained mental healthprofessionals would do this to any human being, obsessive compulsive or not. Since I first moved to Nashville, I worked very hard to improve community services and de-stigmatized mental illness, yet here I have to say this AGAIN, Aloud.I guess no one remembers that I am almost the same person I was when I first moved down here. Actually, that not true. Iam FAR WORSE, and feel as though I have been stripped of my dignity, professionalism, and any hope I once had to go back to work and be integrated into the world of the living.I do not even feel comfortable in attending the very came community activities that I used to help to plan. I am socompletely baffled and just plain horrified that I actually have to say these things aloud.There is local attorney I have known or many years. He recently made some very serious, very public, and very embarrassingmistakes. Prior to that event, he worked on legislation capping damages in medical malpractice claims. He had anexpression that he would use quite often and that was, "Sorry Works!” He was right. "Sorry" does work, yet still have notheard it being said. Ultimately, those two little words became the driving force behind his political legacy and the force at thecore of his being when he went in to recovery. The last interview he did on TV, he old the reporter that he does not wish to beremembered for the mistakes, but how went about correcting them. People, listen up, "SORRY WORKS!"

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