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Hello - I'm trapped in a foreign country with pretty much no healthcare.
I'm sick because the doctors left me to die with a serious infection that progressed into my brain and spine. I was even turned away from the emergency room - told repeatedly that no one would help me. My spouse drove me 18 hrs to a neighboring country for help.
When we returned, doctors still refused to help. Everything's controlled by the state. No one cares. No one helps. No one feels. You're just trapped in the system. Yesterday, my years of struggle for disability was again denied. The nightmare never ends. I was healthy when we came here. Now, I'm destroyed.
I don't now have the means to leave. When my spouse's work contract ends, he'll try to get work elsewhere to get us out of here. My PTSD diagnosis is from outside the foreign country, and my main doctor has said she doesn't believe it. Since the rejection letter came, I've been having panic attacks and hyperventilating. We've fought like hell for help, but no one cares.
I'm scared. I'm mad. I'm empty. I feel like when I scream, the earth should shatter into a billion pieces. But it doesn't. And I'm here - here online - but here also on earth somehow. Though I have no idea how I'm still here. I need a break from the hurt. I need to find a way to be stronger. I need to find a way to survive. Reaching out is hard.
I'm sick because the doctors left me to die with a serious infection that progressed into my brain and spine. I was even turned away from the emergency room - told repeatedly that no one would help me. My spouse drove me 18 hrs to a neighboring country for help.
When we returned, doctors still refused to help. Everything's controlled by the state. No one cares. No one helps. No one feels. You're just trapped in the system. Yesterday, my years of struggle for disability was again denied. The nightmare never ends. I was healthy when we came here. Now, I'm destroyed.
I don't now have the means to leave. When my spouse's work contract ends, he'll try to get work elsewhere to get us out of here. My PTSD diagnosis is from outside the foreign country, and my main doctor has said she doesn't believe it. Since the rejection letter came, I've been having panic attacks and hyperventilating. We've fought like hell for help, but no one cares.
I'm scared. I'm mad. I'm empty. I feel like when I scream, the earth should shatter into a billion pieces. But it doesn't. And I'm here - here online - but here also on earth somehow. Though I have no idea how I'm still here. I need a break from the hurt. I need to find a way to be stronger. I need to find a way to survive. Reaching out is hard.
