People do not understand how I am now. Since the nightmare of the care facility I've been suffering from PTSD and my nerves are shot. Anyone in the house raised their voice or the dogs start going off and I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. Also I can't handle complications. I need things to work. If they don't I have to fight to keep from losing my gord. It can be anything down to dropping the toilet paper because I have so many problems just picking things up. So you can imagine how it's been dealing with government paperwork and all the delays and issues. I've actually broken down on tears.
Recently I had an issue with my hosting site, Vimeo. Because I had gotten a big back pay, 8 months, of disability I decided to pay for a year to keep my videos up and to allow for the option of adding more videos of I manage to do anything, which I doubt, in the next year. Anyway, two weeks after I paid the $85 for the year subscription suddenly Vimeo pulled 266 of my videos, leaving me with only 28 on the site and left me a note saying I needed to pay to get my videos back up. I freaked. I started crying and wanted to just give up. I simply couldn't handle it. Hours later I
Managed to go through and fight my way to the point of being graciously allowed to send Vimeo an email, because they don't have a contact phone number nor any human representatives to help, complaining and informing them that I already paid for a year of service.
Anyway, they never answered but I found out this morning my videos were back.
Yes, in the end I got the situation resolved but it was like pulling teeth without pain killers and the worse part is now I got three more unrelated issues that are going to torture me that I have to deal with daily. And I keep going and silently screaming as I do it. This isn't me. I'm the guy who fought The Horror Socials and the cyber stalkers for years and won. I want me back. The King of Splatter Punk needs to rise.