As many of you know, about 2 years ago I moved from MD to VA to half a duplex. Hated the town I was in and $$ was going down quickly, so I moved about a year ago to a low-income apartment complex. Now, please, please don’t think I’m feeling like I’m better than these folks, because I realize that in God’s eyes we’re all the same. There are so many problems in just my building, and I’m sure the others also, that it’s very upsetting. Children run random like wild animals, jumping up and down on the A/C unit, run through the hallways screaming all hours of the night and day, and the older kids try to aim directly for us when they’re on their bikes. Every Sat. PM, there’s a real drug-fest in the building across from me, and the other night I was awakened by the sound of a gun. The management knows all of this, but seems to be helpless to do anything. Also, there’s a police officer living in my building, but I guess when he’s off, he really is off. Can’t say I blame him. Often there are 4 police cars out front hauling someone away ….. a drunk, drug addict, or the woman downstairs who is schizophrenic and not taking her meds. There are people here, very elderly and frail who seem to have no one checking in on them, so I’ve been doing that weekly, a 36 year old woman who has the mental capacity of a 12 year old. The other night I had a knock on the door for me to take a young girl to the ER … chest pains … they should have called the ambulance, but “no” they didn’t want to. So I stupidly took her, plus 4 other people. There’s a guy here that is in and out of jail, going from friend to friend …. his family kicked him out. So, now, I pretty much stay in my bedroom, on the far end of my apt. I make my dinner and come back here. I have my door locked, a deadbolt, and a heavy metal thick rod that goes under my door knob, and as soon as I eat dinner, it’s lights out except for back here. Even with my meds., my anxiety is through the roof, and I’ve had to take melatonin to sleep. When I try to tell my kids about it, they chuckle and say, “oh, wow, that’s funny.” No, it’s not funny at all. I’d rather just go to sleep and not wake up than live with this fear.
Why oh why did I ever move from MD? It was a huge mistake, but it’s too late now.