Stupid finger -
Feb. 24th, 2004 05:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgDown one digit on your primary hand, typing gets to be a challenge. Being accurate and remaining cordial just kind of hits the trash can. Bah. I could do 250 words each for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
being_homeless and riverheart right now - if I could get them out in less than two hours.
Snerg.
Nnh.
I considered a phone post, but I don't even have my thoughts collected enough to write them down, let alone ramble at will.
I have mardi-gras beads on, and had catfish po' boys for lunch with a side of red beans and rice.
And the mortgage company refunded our escrow account in an overage of riches. And a credit card has added a grand to my credit limit. Suddenly, I don't have to worry about Japan expenses.
I blame Cliff.
Folks, figure out what really matters - and what you have, not what you don't. You have to work towards what really matters - and very few times do you get free spots or breaks when you have to work with other people to get there. But when it is your stuff at stake - set boundaries and boot those who won't comply. Don't threaten. Do.
And I completely grok wherebeing_homeless is right now. Problem is, this is where I fell down with Cliff. The depression is situational - yeah, there's some biochemistry working there, but I'd be leery of blaming it all there - and I swear, the only thing the professional had for us at the end with Cliff was "compare it with other people less fortunate than you." I swear, we both sat there with our mouths open. The hell?
I totally fell down here. I don't have anything that worked, hon. Not for Cliff. For me, I don't stay where things are bad - I'll find some part of this equation that works and live there. You won't have the life others have. Shit, neither do I. The housing solves a lot of challenges, but it also took away the diversion those challenges gave to the reality of a life to be lived with disabilities.
I knew a guy who was put on disability at age 19 when a Jeep rolled on him in basic training for the Army. I think he's in his 30's now - still disabled, still getting disability, unable to work but he's hacks through it well enough. Last I heard, he was in Tuscon and doing well. But I wouldn't call him mainstream.
I wouldn't let the depression scare you or make you Do Something to stop it. Surely, there is still some grieving to do over the loss of the life you had. You may always be angry. Don't try to "do" anything about it. That's real, and you are entitled to feel those things. I've got your number and you have mine. Call me and bitch. I'll never get tired of it.
Stupid finger.
being_homeless and riverheart right now - if I could get them out in less than two hours.Snerg.
Nnh.
I considered a phone post, but I don't even have my thoughts collected enough to write them down, let alone ramble at will.
I have mardi-gras beads on, and had catfish po' boys for lunch with a side of red beans and rice.
And the mortgage company refunded our escrow account in an overage of riches. And a credit card has added a grand to my credit limit. Suddenly, I don't have to worry about Japan expenses.
I blame Cliff.
Folks, figure out what really matters - and what you have, not what you don't. You have to work towards what really matters - and very few times do you get free spots or breaks when you have to work with other people to get there. But when it is your stuff at stake - set boundaries and boot those who won't comply. Don't threaten. Do.
And I completely grok where
being_homeless is right now. Problem is, this is where I fell down with Cliff. The depression is situational - yeah, there's some biochemistry working there, but I'd be leery of blaming it all there - and I swear, the only thing the professional had for us at the end with Cliff was "compare it with other people less fortunate than you." I swear, we both sat there with our mouths open. The hell?I totally fell down here. I don't have anything that worked, hon. Not for Cliff. For me, I don't stay where things are bad - I'll find some part of this equation that works and live there. You won't have the life others have. Shit, neither do I. The housing solves a lot of challenges, but it also took away the diversion those challenges gave to the reality of a life to be lived with disabilities.
I knew a guy who was put on disability at age 19 when a Jeep rolled on him in basic training for the Army. I think he's in his 30's now - still disabled, still getting disability, unable to work but he's hacks through it well enough. Last I heard, he was in Tuscon and doing well. But I wouldn't call him mainstream.
I wouldn't let the depression scare you or make you Do Something to stop it. Surely, there is still some grieving to do over the loss of the life you had. You may always be angry. Don't try to "do" anything about it. That's real, and you are entitled to feel those things. I've got your number and you have mine. Call me and bitch. I'll never get tired of it.
Stupid finger.
