u/Dont_Even_Know_You

I don't think they are directed at me. I think it's the person living beneath me in our duplex that we share a sidewalk with.

But it's rantings about fake evidence and a 3 year long psyop involving social media. The other neighbors are noticing it. I'm nervous about how they're doing mentally. I'm afraid to hose it off or engage with them in any way bc I'm not prepared to deal with it.

I'm also really concerned about my family's safety. Bc if you look up this person's criminal background, there's some serious violence on it. And they don't seem to be too stable right now.

And a few days ago, they opened all their front windows and door and blasted rockin robin so loud you wonder how it doesn't hurt their own ears. It's like they thought the whole block wanted to listen with them. And I was right above that.

I plan on just avoiding this person. I do hope they're ok, but I'm just too tired to deal with it.

I've had pain problems with my back for a very long time. Since before I was even an adult. But I managed to get through life with it.

But then at the end of 2020 I was in a bad accident where my car went airborne down a hill. When my car hit the ground, my head hit the roof of my car really hard. And my life has been a nightmare ever since.

I had X-rays and CT scans of my neck/back that only found minor issues. Endless blood work found nothing major. So for years my doctors tried contributing my problems to depression and anxiety. I tried different antidepressants that did nothing to help. I did so much PT I couldn't tell you how many times I've done it. Changing my diet didn't help. Mental health therapy didn't help. None of it helped.

The whole time, things slowly got worse. My legs and feet started to hurt and burn and there's nothing wrong with them. I can barely walk bc of pain down my right leg. I'm having crazy vision problems, but get checked out by an ophthalmologist yearly and my eyes themselves are ok, just my optic nerves "look weird". I'm losing my fine motor skills. I have these episodes where I almost pass out and have to lay down and don't have any idea what's triggering them.

So after years of trying, I finally did what we're not supposed to do, and I hit up Google. My search told me I needed a neurologist. So I made a doctor's appointment with my PCP to go over my findings. She listened, then she said she thinks I'm ok, but "just to give you peace of mind I'll give you the referral" were her words. It was the last time I ever saw that PCP. Bc what kind of line is that anyway?

So I get my first appointment and she orders a bunch of MRIs. My Google search told me that's what I needed, MRIs, so I was geeked that somebody was finally taking this seriously. I got the MRIs and they showed stenosis in a few places, some of it severe. And a herniated lumbar disc. And bad DDD. And I have Hoffman's sign. So before my next appointment with the neurologist, she called and sent me to consult with a neurosurgeon.

I get to my neurosurgeon appointment and we talk about my back and other things going on, and by the end of the appointment they tell me I also have POTS and need to go see a specialist for that. The years of scary episodes that the doctor keeps telling me is anxiety... It's actually POTS. And it made so much sense.

If I wouldn't have gotten on Google and figured out I needed a neurologist, I'd probably still be out here hobbling around wondering what's really wrong with me. And what really sucks is nobody in your life believes your pain when you keep going to the doctor and not getting answers. You get looked at like some crazy lunatic. I did the song and dance for at least 5 years, it really, really sucks.

Just don't give up on yourself. Bc you are not alone. It's not an easy ride through life and I'm sorry for anybody on it. But I'm here with you. It can get better if you find people who will listen. It's just a matter of finding them, don't give up.

This dream has stuck with me for days, so clearly that it's freaking me out. Want to just get it out.

It starts as I'm walking through town, pushing some type of cart. I can't remember why I was pushing it around with me, but I remember thinking I was tired and ready to go home.

So I started walking through town pushing my cart home. In my dream, this was my hometown, although in real life I don't recognize it. I'm walking up a hill and notice an alley way that I know will lead to my house, but I've never actually walked down before. I decided to take it to get a break from the hill I was walking up.

I start walking down the alley, look down for a moment, look back up, and it doesn't look anything like it looked a moment ago. Now it's all woods ahead, instead of the middle of town it was a moment ago. So I'm like oh, I better turn around. But I turn around and it's just a path in the woods.

Since I'm in a dream I guess that alone didn't scare me. I just remember thinking, damn, now I have to walk even longer. Then I passed this big pile of logs stacked up in a clearing that was set back from the path. It had a big plywood wood sign on the front of it, painted with white letters that said something about the logs not being props and how the sign was legitimate. I remember finding that sign weird and going to grab for my phone to take a picture, but then getting this really bad feeling before even getting my phone out. The feeling seemed connected to the pile of logs, like there's something bad about them. So I decided to not take a picture and to hurry the hell out of there.

The whole time I'm still pushing this stupid cart for a reason I can't remember. So I'm trying to push the cart down the path in the woods, and I'm struggling and getting really nervous and upset. Then it started getting dark really fast. Like dusk came in fast forward somehow. And I hit a small ditch with my cart and it stopped me for a second. I looked up and it was just so dark I couldn't hardly see anything anymore. And that's when I decided to finally leave my cart behind and just make a run for it.

Then I woke up before I could actually start running. And I can't stop thinking about this dream.

To quote part of the letter, it says:

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"We are the office that makes disability decisions for the Social Security Administration. It is very important that we speak to you by June 21, 2026."

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So the problem is I tried calling today, the very next day, the first chance I've had to call during their business hours of 8am-4:30pm. But they are closed bc it's Juneteenth. They are not open tomorrow, Sat the 20th, nor are they open on the 21st, a Sunday. Which is the last day they give me to get in touch. So really this gives me zero days to get in touch with them. Why have the deadline on a date I can't even call bc they are closed? Surely they understand how slow the mail can move and should give people a little more time...

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The results of me not getting in touch with them are:

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"If you do not respond by June 21, 2026, we may decide your case based on the information we already have on file."

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I'm getting desperate at this point and really can't screw any of this up. But they've genuinely given me no time to reach them. What should I do? Just call on Monday and hope they give me an extra day? Will that fly? How do I fix this?

The people across the street are having their house worked on for the past week.

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Every day these guys they hired shout talk while they stand right next to each other. The actual sounds of construction don't even bother me. It's the loud mouths, going on and on with gossip, of all things. Cussing every other word, sounding like they're gonna choke on phlegm every time they laugh (I wish they would if it'd shut them the hell up)

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It's 8:25am and I've been listening to assholes run their mouths for 2 hours now again. Just stfu, get the work done, and let peace come back to the block please 🙏🏻

I'm waiting on a call from a doctor to tell me to come in for a procedure, so when my caller ID showed a missed call from a doctor's office, I called right back. I haven't seen this doctor yet, just got a referral from my neurosurgeon, so I'm not sure exactly of the doctor's name who is getting ahold of me.

So I called them back, sat on hold for about 20 mins until somebody answered. Turns out this doctor has nothing to do with me and is just another primary care doctor near me whose receptionist dialed the wrong number. Irritating bs.