// March 30th, 2011 // 8 Comments » // Uncategorized
This is a subject that most people dont talk about for fear of being put into category or be viewed as someone who has issues. If you are Black and depressed your family will most likely tell you to “get some rest.” No matter who you are, where you live, how much and even how little you have, black or white. Depression is real and it can affect anyone. Some more then others.
When I was homeless one of the three standard questions was “are you depressed” My standard “smart ass” answer was always “I am homeless, hungry and sick. Yes I am depressed, but I don’t need your pills to fix it. I am homeless, hungry and sick, not mental” I forgot that this would get something like “combatitive” or “abrasive” written on my “case management” file. I never fully understood what a case managers job really was because all they can really do is call places that I’ve already called. However there were those places that homeless people could not call, only their “case manager” could call.
Ma never said there was no such thing as depression, but she did say there are fake ways to deal with it. She felt that going on meds to help you ignore an issue that you need to deal with was just stupid. She once spoke and said “there are two people standing in line and they both have a long stick in their backs. One of the people has been smoking weed and knows the long stick is there, the other is on meds and is unaware the long stick is in their back. She went on to ask how can you help someone solve the issue of the long stick in their back when all you’ve done is medicate them so much that they dont even know it’s there?
I’ve always felt the same way it seems that America has ways of simply helping people not deal with issues that can really be taken care of by simply turning around and addressing them. You dont need meds or even a trip to a doctor, let alone a case manager to help you deal with it. However, just like ma Ma, there are some cases where a person needs to be on meds and just like my Ma, these meds should never require another med to counter what the one med is doing,
I could go on and on about this subject, but then I would get so far off the subject that I will forget the real reason I am blogging today.
All my life I’ve had medical issues that I’ve had to deal with in addition to dealing with day to day life and there have been times that I’ve been very depressed. Not once did my parents suggests a trip to a doctor, pastor or anything like this. Each time issues like this come up, I simply have to buckle down and get through it.
It’s almost been two years since I’ve been in my apartment and there have been some ups and downs while living here. First was the fact that I had only $221 per month to live on and most times this came days and in some cases weeks after when it was due and each time it was some “computer issue” Funny how we blame the computer for something we did.
By the time rent and bills were paid there was nothing left. No money for transportation or anything else. Food stamps were fine to have but unless I want to eat cup of noodles all month, $146 wasn’t enough, so I would go to food banks to get things and then go to the store to add to what I was missing. All the while I was looking for work, dealing with being sick and still doing my community work. I remember days when I would come home and cry. Sometimes the tears were because I was so afraid that I was a failure and other times the tears were because I was happy to get through another day and not be back on the streets. Then there were those days when I had to deal with DPSS (welfare office) all I could do was come home and cry. They have a way of just making you feel like shit all the time. Getting angry with them over mistakes that they make will only serve to make things worse.
There were times I would get so angry all I really wanted to do was sock them right in the fucken face. How dare you treat me this way when you’ve made the mistake. How dare you treat me like I don’t matter and how dare you make me fill out paper work that we did last month again and then say I never came in to do it……yeah I would come home close my blinds and cry myself to sleep.
I was so happy when that job came along. I could finally stand on my own two feet. I could tell Andy and Tina that they no longer had to pay my cell phone bill or buy food for me. They no longer had to look after me. They could simply be my awesome friends. I know it must have been very hard for them to look after me they way they have and in many ways still do. I am so thankful and truly blessed to have them in my life. To be very honest I dont know where I would be right now if they had not come into my life.
When I left my job I had about $1200 in the bank but three trips to the hospital and just last week Dodger was so sick I had to take him to the vet. I came home made sure he was alright and I ran a hot bath and cried because now I am broke. I have just over a $1.00 in my checking and now only $1.00 in savings.
I was crying because I was happy I had the money to pay for Dodger, I love him so much and my life would be so empty without him here. I was also crying because I know I can’t get unemployment because of the way that stupid bitch Julie handled the paperwork. She simply never turned it in, so they had my as a “non-employee” Once she fixed it, I had only about three weeks of work. I was also crying because I know I will have to go back to DPSS and I am not looking forward to that at all. I was also crying because after speaking with my case manager I once again asked myself “what do case managers really do”
March 24th was such a happy day for me. I was able to present my friend Donald with his Dabs the AIDS Bear. I was also able to give away a cell phone. It felt so good to spend some time with my friend Donald and Walter. After I came home my Sickle Cell started to give me trouble and I have been inside ever since.
I really don’t feel like talking to people right now, but I force myself to call so people don’t worry about me. It’s in times like these that I truly miss my parents, because all I had to do was call them. They were my safe harbor and whenever I felt like my ship had just been battered by the storms of life, that phone call to them would be like this huge light and would guide my ship to place of safety.
I don’t open up and share all of me with people, simply because some people only want you to do this, so they can look down on you and hold something over you. I also don’t do it because I simply have not trusted anyone they way I trusted my parents. I knew with them I could break down and cry, I could have a bad day or even a bad month. They would simply support me. The last reason I dont open up is because people simply do not know how to do. They say they listen, but in the end I feel like I had heard all their issues and they I have been drained.
I think I will call my friend Darlyna, I’ve become very close to her and for some reason talking with her makes me feel better. She has this calmness about her and to be honest she is just real and a great friend.
I have not heard back from the now five job interviews, so I am worried. It’s a new month and some bills will become due. It is also the end of the month and I will not have money for transportation.
So many questions I have and so many prayer left unanswered, each storm has a blessing, but still I am guessing and finding my way through the dark.
Everything has a season and everything in life must change, nothing ever stays the same. I feel a huge change is coming and in some ways it is already taking shape. In many ways I am a bit scared, because I know I will have to let go and just trust that God will work it all out.
“Are you depressed?”
“Yes, but your meds will only make it worse. I need to feel and be present to life so I can embrace the sun on my face and fully appreciate it.”