HELP!

It has been a rough couple of months for me. I have tried to keep all my senses intact, but it’s been hard. I asked my nurse practitioner for some pill for depression; it’s been so hard. My life is not what I expected since I’ve decided not to be a prostitute and live my life as a decent human being and love myself as God intended me to. This world is more evil than good. You must stay prayed up to get by. Men will seek your life to destroy it, because they have fallen into the traps of life and are now living a miserable existence like they are. I remember while in Oakland County Jail (OCJ), there was a trustee who disliked me. I overheard her telling her partner that she didn’t understand why they were leaving me alone. She didn’t want to have sex with women, either, but was forced into it by other prisoners. This young woman was barely in her twenties. I don’t see what she was doing in jail in the first place, but it is always best not to ask questions. She didn’t like me, anyway. I was living in the disciplinary pod, because I did “get along” well with others. Like I did in prison, I would fight. Fights usually start with an argument. When it got loud, they would rush in and move me. This young woman worked both sides of the pods, “Max” and “Disciplinary”. When I was in “Max” she was content. Once I got across 29, the door that separated “Max” from “Disciplinary”, she became perturbed. She wouldn’t serve my dinner. I had to stand at my door and watch her. If I was laying down, she would slip right pass and I would miss a meal. Missing meals in jail can be detrimental to your health. They don’t feed you enough to live on. I usually lose about 40 pounds in jail.

I’m in a similar situation living in these hotels in Auburn Hills. They believe that your body is theirs and they can force you into having sex for money. They play games with their more attractive guests, like deactivating your key every time they see you leave out. It may seem petty, but it can really get on your nerves. When you’ve been out running errands half the day and all you want to do is go to your room and sit under the air. You get to your door, and it flashes red instead of green, it’s a hard pill to swallow. I started checking my key, before I closed my door. The madam at the old hotel told me “That’s smart”. It didn’t matter, when I got back, my key was still deactivated. They have no shame and see people as belonging to them and not to themselves. My room was raided, just like my apartment was whenever I left. There is this thing they, OCSD, does with my toilet that I believed as just nasty water in the building. Except, it is happening in the new hotel I live in, too. The same black gunk in the toilet. In this hotel the toilets are brand new. They don’t have a handle to flush, but a button on top. Inside the tank is crowded with different kinds of apparatuses that this guck they put in got all over it. I noticed the top of the tank was ajar one day. I didn’t think anything of it, until the black stuff started leaving a ring around the toilet. I lifted the tank lid, and everything inside had this black stuff on it. This place is different and if the toilet wasn’t so new, I would never have known.

Since I was leaving anyway, I had a time with the living situation, especially when my eggs came up missing. The woman stealing my license was the last straw. I got so mad that I just started yelling. I was asked by the police to sit outside and wait for the patrol officer to get there, and a dear man came to help me. He was the police, but you couldn’t ell by the way he helped me move. I mean it was a miracle. I did not plan to move that day and had to pack and move on a whim. It was not only frustrating, but hard. I’m getting old I must admit and picking up all that stuff and stuffing it in bags were worse. Just like when my slumlord put my things out on the porch. My brother-in-law came to help me. He had just turned 70 in early April. He moved my things by himself and consolidated my new storage that was larger than my old storage. Like that officer God helped me, sending me what I needed. I am so grateful. My brother-in-law, Kenny, has fallen into hard times and needs some help. The other night, he was too tired to take his saws out of his truck and thought they would be safe for the night. He was wrong, and his two saws that he used to make extra money with were stolen. He was bummed and I was, too. After what he had done for me, I couldn’t help me. I’ve fallen into hard times, too. Please, when you read this click the link and give him what you can. It would be greatly appreciated, and it would help him. My sister, his wife, passed in 2023, and he cares for my nephew who just graduated high school. Than you in advance.

https://gofund.me/f3f0dd39

“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God” Hebrews 13:16