PTSD strikes again...

Today I had an appointment with yet another red tape slinger. My mood is despondant and very depressed. I was supposed to fall in the cattle feeding line for Federal Food Stamps. I know I won't get anymore here than I did in Michigan which was 20 dollars a month. Your herded like cattle into a large room with the other 50 applicants who were all given the same appointment time and forced to watch a video about not ripping off the government with false claims. I am in pain my neck is stiff and my pinky and ring finger are slightly numb and tingling (possible nerve impingment). I can't see any doctor until May as I cant afford the doctors visit, and my case is wrapped in Medicaid limbo. So I left the cattle line it just isn't worth it for me today to sit there, not when it's for 20 bucks and the cattle line doesn't end today. I would be grilled and sent out to garner proof of my miserable life. Checked and cross referenced and rechecked every three months to find ... I made or actually recieved from you the tax payers a whopping 6,624 dollars last year from which I had to feed cloth and shelter myself, and my then 17 year old daughter. She got slightly more than that with her child support, but she was also a senior in high school who deserved a high school prom and art supplies to further her career in graphic arts. Look at me trying to justify my meager existance... and feeling so bad it's a good thing I am going to see a counselor tommorrow and they go by my income so I won't have to pay a dime. Thanks America for supporting me.