Tag: depression

Screwed

by eileentroemel, posted in Uncategorized
It looks like our representatives are only representing the rich and the corporations.  It looks like they are going to pass a bill that raises the debt ceiling and screws the middle and lower classes as well as the seniors.  I’m seriously disappointed with our representatives across the board.  What happened to We the People?  What happened to representation by peers?  What happened to taking care of the people within your district – all of them whether you agree with them or not?
Here is a basic budgeting tip for the government – not that any of them listen.  If there isn’t enough money to pay the bills you do two things.  You increase your income (i.e. tax those who aren’t paying their fair share – rich and corporation) and you decrease your spending.  Now everyone of course has their own ideas on how to decrease spending.  The problem right now with decreasing spending is that it will adversely affect our economy. 
We’ve had a depression before (I refer all the people who aren’t up on history to the stock market crash of 1929 and the entire decade of the 30s).  FDR spent a LOT of money on social programs to pull us out of the depression we were in.  It is the same now.  Obama’s programs didn’t work because they didn’t go far enough. 
It’s time to represent the entire population not just the wealthy.  It’s time for those not being represented to stand up and say enough. 
I know that the economy is tricky because there are so many factors that go into what makes the economy work.  I also know if you keep raising prices on essentials like food, gas, utilities and keep lowering wages then the upper middle and middle class will become the lower class.  The lower class will become the disenfranchised and homeless (hopeless).  This will not do our economy any good.

Inner dialog

by eileentroemel, posted in Uncategorized
As a writer, there are times I think words are a curse.  In my head I hear all sorts of commentary all day long.  My inner muse is always willing to critique my actions and my words.  Most of the time, this is balanced and reasonable. 
There are times though when I can’t seem to do or say anything right.  I see the way my words impact others.  I see how my attitude and mood impact others.  I try to keep all of these moderate.  Yes those who know me are laughing your asses off now because I am very passionate about many things and am not moderate in expressing these views. 
However, there are times when my inner dialog becomes cranky.  Nothing I do satisfies it.  I breathe wrong on those days.  It seems as if my filter against the negative has disappeared and I can’t think anything but negative thoughts.  These are hard days.  These are quiet days for me. 
My focus goes from life to the black hole of my own misery.  I know that sounds dramatic but when I get in these moods that is how it feels.  Most of the time I want to curl into myself and just pull the covers over my head.  Somehow I manage to drag my sorry butt out of these moods with a strong talking to.  I have been known to wallow.  A good wallow can really make you look at what you are wallowing about.  For me that is often the key – what is bothering me so much it is making me feel this way.
I don’t know about people who suffer from depression or seasonal light disorder but for me one of the best things I can do is write about it.  I write in my journal and I read the stuff that spills into there.  After spewing anything that is bothering me into there, I’ll look it over and have some realizations.  Like maybe I’m just being a brat or maybe I need to make a change in my life.  Sometimes my inner muse just needs a good kick in the ass too…