[Update: I got an amazon wishlist with stuff like toothpaste and household products and ramen. https://amzn.com/w/2PR1VJOFRUSS9 ]
I don’t know who reads this anymore. This was a difficult write.
As you may know, I suffer from severe treatment-resistant major depression and have suffered for many years. I’ve never been able to hold a job or attend school for more than a few months at a time. I have been hospitalized many times and have been on every appropriate pharmaceutical drug that is available. My doctor tell me I’ve run out of pharmaceutical options to try.
I have applied for social security disability, but mental disorder cases can take years to process and will almost always be rejected on the first try. The cash assistance program (TANF) maxes out at 24 months over a lifetime and I have used it up those benefits years ago. I have maxed out my student credit cards slowly over the decade by putting living expenses on it and my bills are several months overdue.
As such, my living conditions have become particularly grim. My boyfriend does not make enough to support 2 people. His contribution to my welfare is one meal a day. I am grateful that he’s not charging me rent.
Last week when i was on my period I used rolled up toilet paper stuffed in my pants for a week because I ran out of hygiene products. I have to manually hold my glasses onto my face, because they are broken and I haven’t been to an optometrist in years. Likewise with my teeth. I’m limited to chewing on one side because cavities on the other side have overgrown my molars.
I have no family to turn to and my boyfriend does not support me besides buying that one meal. So now I’m here, on my old blog, asking my friends for paypal donations to help bridge the gap between now and when i get social security approved. I’m sorry my condition doesn’t have the tragedy or poster value of cancer, but I assure you living with this condition has been significantly painful and disabling. Donations will go to food, personal hygiene items, health care, and utility bills.
The address for paypal is: email@example.com
Here is the link for the send form: https://www.paypal.com/webapps/mpp/send-money-online
If you’d rather send a care package, e-mail me at the same address for information on where to send it to. However, I would prefer a cash donation in order to more directly and efficiently allocate to my needs.
I am extremely embarrassed at the state my life has devolved into over the years and my inability to care for my basic needs.
Please help if you are able. It should go without saying that I will be grateful.
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The Struggle is Real.
I did my research before singing with a so-called “content farm.”
The last thing I wanted, as a person who considers herself a decent writer, is to be exploited by a company with a selfish agenda that doesn’t respect quality writing. That’s what led to me Suite101, a Canadian-based publishing platform that is currently defunct. Suite101 was a moderately pleasant surprise.
You had to apply and submit a writing sample to start writing for them. You had editors. There was a $10 minimum payout. (Better than say, $50, which most writers will never reach.) The general quality of writing was well beyond the awful spew that is at the most well-known content farm, Examiner.com.
The item in the contract that caught my interest the most with Suite101 is that publishing exclusivity rights expired after a year. If you are a publishing company reading this, and you want to know what good writers are looking for in their contracts, take note now.
Because it’s been over year, I can now repost my content wherever I want and make money doing so. Copyright remains with me. The risk-free autonomy that this contract clause provided was amazing.
Suite101 never mislead me into thinking they were something they were not. They were open about how they made money and what the problems there were when ad revenue was down. They had a forum for the writers where they could connect as a community and give each other tips on how to write and increase readership.
It was a mutually beneficial partnership. I built a portfolio. I made some pocket cash. I learned how to use Google Analytics and I learned a lot more about SEO that will no doubt help me in my future writing endeavors.
Suite101, if you are ever coming back and figure out a sustainable business model, I would be happy to write with you again.
oh Father, I have never known
disappointment like yours.
the crows that left their feet
dented in your drawing board
dive into view as I defy my destiny.
we are reckless because we evolve;
we are mortal and motionless and instincts
for survival collide at ninety degrees:
an instant made solely of broken feathers,
broken glass, and broken blood.
I’ve had this partial poem in medias res stuck in a word document for over 8 years. Like a lot of things in my life, I have no idea how to begin or finish it. So here it is. Something with the potential to come in third place at a poetry reading if only it had a frame.
This is the first time I’m depressed during the summer for no distinct, discernible reason. The variable here is the Seroquel, which is great for the panic disorder, terrible for things like paying attention or enjoying life. Oh, and the being stuck in a poverty trap, because I need to keep my income low to qualify for Medicaid. ‘Merica.
This is a pretty emotive acoustic piano cover of Brand New’s Jesus Christ:
I’m still an atheist, but I’ve always been fascinated with the cultural power of religious imagery and also as literary archetypes. The doctrines might be bullshit, but stories have staying power for a reason. And that’s the part that interests me. How do you pierce the collective consciousness with your words?
Mary Karr does it pretty damn well in this piece that was obviously about David Foster Wallace:
I loved so my ghost might inhabit you and you ingest my beliefin your otherwise-only-probable soul. I wonder does yourdeath feel like failure to everybody who everloved you as if our collective cpr stoppedtoo soon, the defib paddles lost charge, the corpsepunished us by never sitting up. And forgive my convictionthat every suicide’s an asshole. There is a good reason I am notGod, for I would cruelly smite the self-smitten.
I just wanted to say ha-ha, despiteyour best efforts you are every secondalive in a hard-gnawing way for all who breathed you deeply in,each set of lungs, those rosy implanted wings, pink balloons.We sigh you out into air and watch you rise like rain.
According to this little push notification thing on my iPhone that I’ve ignored for 11 days, I’ve been “scandalousmuffin” on wordpress for 6 years. Which means I was a teenager when I started blogging here in 2008.
*Insert platitude about time and aging here.*
I wish I had something wise about blogging and/or getting old to say, but I don’t really have anything. I am still struggling at being an adult, but luckily, thanks to the United States sucking at education and economic regulation, so are a lot of people my age.
Here’s a thing that happened in my life: I recently spent 15 days in the psych ward at Bellevue Hospital. It was a largely boring experience, but I accomplished what I set out to do by checking myself in– which was 1. Get off the sleeping pills; 2. Get on some mood stabilizing meds; 3. start interacting with people again.
The combo of psychotropic drugs I’m on now is far from perfect. It feels like all the negative aspects of being stoned, minus the paranoia. I’ve been meaning to write a full entry or series of entries about the psych ward, but the David Sedaris-y part of my brain isn’t working very well (Lots of parts of my brain aren’t working very well.). And I don’t want to write about a heavy experience like that, unless I can put a lighthearted spin on it. It’s a coping mechanism or something like that. (Also, according to David Foster Wallace, Wittenstein said that the most serious things can only be talk about in the form of jokes, and I’m just pretentious enough to use that as an excuse.)
I’ll elaborate on the circumstances and happenings of the hospital stay later, maybe. Too retarded right now, like literally.
I’m not quite sure how to end this entry. It’s been so long since I’ve blogged, everything moment over the keyboard mostly feels like a shadow of haunting self-guessing if my writing style is too boring or nonlinear or rambly or X. “Am I overusing dependent clauses?” Sigh.