I’m not really a victim of the economy, more a victim of my own stupidity. Even though it was truly for a good cause, I quit my job. I was being harrassed, but I could have stood it. I chose not to. I ignorantly thought I could make a living from my websites, which I couldn’t.
I finally turned to freelance article writing, and it hasn’t been what I thought it would be either. Maybe I don’t work hard enough, maybe I’m just not good enough, but I’m not making a living at it.
Add in the fiasco with Google Adsense, and you have a recipe for disaster. Adsense was my only really stable source of income, unless you count Associated Content, which honestly, makes me feel pretty worthless all in itself. Although it is a steady source of income, being paid between $3 - $6 for an article that takes me sometimes an hour to write (I’m a very slow writer) is not conducive to feeling good about your abilities.
I seem to be self-sabotaging. I want it all now, and when I don’t get it now, I give up and move no to something I think is better. These things unfailingly turns out not to be better, and sometimes worse.
I have clinical depression anyway, and have taken every med available, without success. Oh, of course except for Wellbutrin, which is unavailable to me due to not being able to afford it, and having no health insurance. I was on their free program once, but getting it was like applying for a job with the FBI.
So I can’t really concentrate, and some days I just sit here staring at the screen without a worthwhile thought passing through my head. If one does happen to pass through, it doesn’t stick around long. Guess it doesn’t want to be bogged down with all the negative thoughts kicking around in there.
When your life comes to this point, even small things become monsters. I need to get to the water company today, which is about 5 miles from my house. My car died shortly after I left my job, and since it was a POS anyway, I didn’t fix it, I sold it. So now I have to either catch a city bus or catch a ride with the only friend I have who is willing to take me anywhere. She isn’t willing to take me there today, so I will have to take the bus.
The bus system around here sucks. There is only one bus that goes down each route every hour. That means that I have to walk a mile to the bus stop, catch one bus to the transfer point, wait 45 minutes for the bus going to my destination, catch that bus, do my business, and wait 45 minutes again to do the whole thing again in reverse. This costs me $3 and a half day of my time, which I should be spending writing.
Add to that that it’s cold today, and isn’t going to get much warmer, and I have a horrible day ahead of me.
And for all you well-meaning folks who will want to suggest that I go to social services, we are only allowed to do that once a year, and I’ve used up my allotment for this year. I truly have nowhere to turn. I’m paying this water bill with the last $60 on my charge card, then I truly have nothing.
I know that as lives go, maybe mine isn’t so bad, but right now, it feels pretty awful. Everyone keeps saying I need to find a man to take care of me. That’s another story for another day, but suffice to say, that will not be happening.
If you’re sitting at home, safe and secure, with a decent income, not struggling, please take all those petty worries you have and toss them out of the window. You are blessed. Appreciate it, especially all of you SAHM’s whose husbands make good money, and who are still always bitching and moaning about this and that. Get over it! You are blessed.
For all of you who may have jobs, but who don’t feel your jobs are secure, or who are struggling like me, I’ll pray for you and you pray for me. Maybe we’ll make it, maybe we won’t. At this point, I am in real danger of ending up in the street, losing everything I own, but still, I’m alive I guess. They say where there is life, there is hope. It just doesn’t feel that way.