My name is Pamela Hardin.
This was my last resort. I have come up short these last two months due to me quitting my job to retire. I made a mistake. I don’t get full retirement until I’m 72. I had to leave my home of 12 years because the land was being sold. I had to leave everything behind except for personal items. I am now sleeping on the floor on a blow-up bed. I asked for my job back, but the manager said no, there were no openings. That was a lie because there was a cashier opening on the website. I have utilized resources in the county and most charity sites; they were either out of funds or put you on a waiting list. Those are rough because some of them make you feel inferior. I already felt that way walking in there. I hate asking for help. I don’t have health insurance, so my meds are now full price. My insulin alone is $467, added to the other three, we are talking nearly $600. I don’t have family. My dad has been gone a while, and my mother died recently. My brother has ghosted me. I don’t know what else to do. I have fallen into a depression; I’m trying not to go too far down.
I am actively looking for work, but me being 62, it’s going to be hard. I have rheumatoid arthritis, diabetes, and diabetic neuropathy.
My dream was to be a successful writer. I wrote a book called Misled. I wrote it during the pandemic, so it didn’t sell a lot of copies because I didn’t get to do book signings. I gave away mostly.
If you can help me, God bless you; it would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you for your time. Have a blessed day.
