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A Haiku For No One

Depression
12 September, 2007

I've hit the bottom,
Writhing and hoping for light.
When can I get out?

from the imagination of Anonymous @ 7:39 AM,




7 Thoughts:

At 10:12 AM CDT, Blogger Johnny C. wrote...

I read em!

Glad you're back to it.

I write some here and there. Usually about corporate America though...haha

 
At 11:24 AM CDT, Blogger Lisa wrote...

Jake:

Are you truly depressed? Is it because it's September? I hate this month. I am going to write about it today. Seriously - what's wrong? Do you need a prescription for some happy pills?

 
At 1:04 PM CDT, Anonymous Anonymous wrote...

Leezer - A little. It's the same stuff. The dire financial situation. My wife finally got a job, but won't start until the beginning of October. I had to skip paying a few credit cards so I can make the September mortgage payment on the 15th. Now, I have no idea how I'm going to pay the October. However, as I write this, I feel like, if I can somehow make it through October, I'll be OK. Plus, my wife's birthday is in October, and I am feeling like shit b/c I can't afford to get her a present. Like I said in two haikus previous, being without sucks. If you got happy pills, I'd love to chew on some. :) Before all this happened, I was the most optomistic person you'd ever meet, and now I'm just sad and nervous all the time. Sorry to spill, but sometimes just writing it down or saying it is good therapy. I'm not like going to kill myself or anything like that. I think suicide is a weakness of intellect. I'm just sad.

 
At 1:21 PM CDT, Blogger Lisa wrote...

Think Up:

I've been there. Believe me. Thirteen years ago after I took the BAR exam, I had no job, no way to pay the mortgage, no prospects. I was really down. Things got better, but there were some dark times beforehand.

I'm serious about selling sh*t on e-bay or craigslist. That might help. I know you have Addison, so you can't just go wait tables at night. If you get in a real bad jam, I'd recommend calling the mortgage company and explain the situation to them. Even if they hit you with a late fee, they may have some program or something you can take advantage of. I know the plethora of subprime loans over the past few years and the resultant class action lawsuits have lenders worried about coming down too hard on late payments or non-payments.

Hang in there brother.

 
At 1:23 PM CDT, Blogger Lisa wrote...

Oh and about your wife's birthday - (Reminds me of another post I'm working on - an open letter to men)you don't have to get her anything. The best BEST gifts are free and from the heart. Take all this amazing talent you have for writing and write her a poem or a story. My husband used to do this for me in college and I still have them to this day :)

 
At 1:38 PM CDT, Blogger Heather wrote...

I'm with Leezer, my most prized possessions arent gold, silver, platinum, or covered in diamonds.

They are littered with yarn, construction paper, smudged with paint, scribbled with marker, and they took thought, effort, and an unyielding love. Its not about how much you spend, or what store it came from, its about how reminding her how much you love her.

 
At 2:03 PM CDT, Anonymous Anonymous wrote...

Leezer - Thanks for the support. I actually work a second job on Saturdays tutoring, and I've gotten all the way through the application process with Tutor.com to do that during the week in the evening for some extra scratch. I'll do whatever (except for hoeing. I'm not down with that.) I agree that my wife shouldn't care if it's just a card with a poem on it, but I will feel like an asshole. I've literally sold everything I can on eBay. I'm going to go through my garage and start selling tools. I've got a little expense check coming for work-related travel, so that might help me to do something, even if it's small. Re: my mortgage. I used to work for the bank where I have my mortgage, so I know that I will be allowed (probably) to miss a payment and then pay it back. They've done this with people. I just don't want it to get to that. Chin up. :)

 

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