Some days, I can’t think of a single thing I want to write about. I woke up this morning with 50 things running through my head. Ready to solve the worlds problems one.blog.at.a.time. Ready to write. Then I sat down here, all revved up and ready to drop some truth on the world…
I’ve got a lot of things I want to share. This morning the pressing issues in my head are the junkies, whores, and crackheads I deal with on a constant basis, and the shit I’ve learned about society, privilege, the cycle of addiction and how housing is used to perpetrate and continue the cycle of poverty and incarceration in our country (oh yes white friends, I’m gonna drop some truth on you and you aren’t gonna like it). Honestly, they should not have put an educated white woman who does research “for fun” and has a passion for social justice in the housing they put me in here in Philadelphia. Im going to shine a very bright light on this nonsense; but right now I’m really just annoyed with the fucking people I live with (since most of them are actually squatters there isn’t shit I can do about them except chase them off with a broom handle I’ve nicknamed “The Mindfulness Pole”).
The other pressing thing, is the concept of “Watching out for your Buddies”, “Got your 6”, “never leave a fallen Comrade” kind of rhetoric we love to spout, but when push comes to shove, we generally ignore the warning signs our friends show us before addiction is out of control and suicide looks like a great fucking solution to things. We lost another brother (thankfully not to suicide – heart failure) but my interaction with him prior to his passing has me thinking about how we can help people who are in crisis. What does “crisis” actually even look like? From my own experience with addiction and suicide ideation/attempt I know exactly now what was happening. I know the things my “buddies” should have been able to notice. I KNOW what interventions might have persuaded me to get help rather than try to die. I know now how to share that with people in a realistic way, because once someone is falling down drunk, swinging for the fences and throwing themselves off buildings….its too fucking late. So, I’d like to write about that.
The other subject is my happy one, to do my Wounded Warrior Project (WWP) pieces (there’s two of them in the works) but I’m being a little to perfectionist with them as I want to submit them for publishing. I’d like a decent audience to see the difference WWP makes in the lives of the Veterans they interact with (as opposed to all the ridiculous criticism they are STILL getting because some douche at the top of the chain behaved like the capitalist he was raised to be) and that won’t come from my brand new itty bitty blog that’s currently mostly people I know (and historically people I know won’t share my stuff – I don’t know why (probably because I’m an opinionated bitch who says “fuck” a lot), but if I want a story to gain some traction I can’t rely on “like and shares” from friends and I don’t have the cash to purchase the audience.
There. Now I’ve written about the things I want to write about. Progress.
Today does feel like a writing day… so there might be two posts today if I can get myself to focus enough to pick a subject and go with it… like a blog post lottery!