I'm Moving Ahead

Going to the VA Cemetery on my brother's birthday gave me closure which I think contributed to my climbing out of my funk.  That weight lifting off my shoulders has enabled me to resume my neverending battle with paper.  I don't know about your papers, but my circulars, mail, magazines, etc. absolutely are having sex while I'm out of the house or asleep and everybody's a breeder.  I swear, the more I throw away, the more there is.

I'm currently attempting to organize my paperwork into two 24 pocket file organizers in the hope that separating the papers will prevent them from reproducing.  I am not really hopeful, though.  Sigh.

I did, however, manage to finally submit my claim for World Trade Center Victim Compensation.  I was originally diagnosed with a WTC condition back in 2015, but never submitted a claim even after being yelled at by one of the social workers in the WTC Health Program.  Why?  I truly felt like there were so many first responders with conditions way worse than mine, life threatening conditions that were changing and taking lives; so who was I to file a claim especially when the existence of the Victims Compensation Fund was in question.  I decided that if the VCF was funded, I would file.  That happened last year; it's funded for the next 90 years so I went ahead and submitted my claim today.

Now, if I can just break through this writing block...