Man, it’s been crazy for me lately. It’s been a mix of good and bad. I think I’m going to be on time with this week’s chapter (which should be posted today). I’m posting this anyway, because hey, maybe people are interested.
My mother-in-law has been in town for the last 2 weeks. It’s been great, though it hasn’t left much time for writing and my gym trips (pretty religious about those). We took her around Los Angeles, and she spent almost 2 hours taking pictures of all of the stars on Hollywood Boulevard. It was her favorite thing in LA. I’ve never cared much about celebrities, so I didn’t understand her interest at all. xD; I was just glad she was having a good time. I haven’t seen her since 2009, so I really missed her.
It was sad though to explain to her that homelessness is so prevalent in LA. She comes from a small country town in Pennsylvania, where that just doesn’t happen. 27% of the population in that town lives below poverty line. It’s the poorest city in Pennsylvania, but they still have somewhere to put their homeless. As we passed rows of tents, she wanted to know how she could help, whom she could call (the police? Social Services?). I told her that there was not much that could be done. I’ve lived near LA most of my life and became callous to it at an early age, but explaining it to someone who’s unfamiliar with that situation makes you think twice.
I had a short period of time in my life when I was homeless, and I couldn’t find any shelter that would accept me. Even if I had, the city is spread out with such poor public transportation that I didn’t know how to get there. Couch surfing in very dangerous places (there was a drug bust just after I left) got me through that time. Fortunately, my mother-in-law soon allowed me to live with her family until my health recuperated. She essentially saved me from the streets. Anyhow, that’s my story. The shelters’ priorities, understandably, are children and mothers with families, but it’s tragic that there isn’t room for everyone.
I’ve also been helping my mother-in-law apply for Social Security (“disability”), since she’s disabled with depression and anxiety. They denied her application, and she’s appealing. She loves working and would never sit at home if she didn’t have to. I’ve been on disability myself, so I’m well familiar with the process, which I believe is intentionally complicated to reduce the number of approvals. I was accepted my first attempt, which is rare. I’ve guided two other people through this and am just glad I can help. If anyone reading this needs help, feel free to reach out. It was hard-earned experience.
I also had my hubby (Sam/Naru) injure themselves pretty badly last week. It’s superficial, but it was enough to make me tear up when I saw it (that says a lot for me). I have a history of self-injury as well, so as contradictory as it seems, this made me miss injuring myself. I haven’t done that since January 2009. This issue has just been getting worse for them over the past 4 months, and they do attend therapy and have psych meds. As important as I am to them, I feel powerless to help. I know that there’s only so much I can do.
On a lighter note, I’m going to be eating lunch with the CEO of my company this Friday. It was almost completely by chance that I got this opportunity. We’re a huge company (70% the size of Google, more than twice as big as McDonald’s) and very relevant in the tech industry, so I’m looking forward to both the exposure and hearing about our strategy and where the industry is going from the source. My family keeps saying things like, “You’ll be fine! Don’t be nervous!” I get the idea that they’re the ones who are nervous. xD Seriously, he is just another human being, like everyone else.
My mother-in-law is leaving tomorrow, which is sad. I’m honestly worried about Naru. It’s been stressful lately. As much as I love writing and don’t want to keep you waiting, my loved ones and my mental/physical well-being come first.
Anyhow, I’ll keep you all posted on my progress for the chapter after next.