The Blunt Fall Out of Poverty
Patty L. Fletcher
May 29, 2018
Hello and good morning to all.
Those of you who have read and followed me for a while now know that I’m quite blunt at times.
I say it as I see it and though at one time I sugar coated things I no longer see the need to do so.
I spent years worrying about what others thought and trying to be something I wasn’t.
Worrying if I’d upset this or that family member or friend and have ended up pretty much alone anyhow so I decided to just stop worrying about all that be me and speak on things as they are rather than trying to tell people what I think they might want to hear.
All that having been said I’ll warn you what I’m about to write is a bit graphic.
If you’re weak of stomach or easily embarrassed over the speaking of bodily functions I’d close this out and read no further.
If, however I’ve peeked your curiosity and you think you can handle it keep going.
I’ve written before of the fact that things are not so great for Campbell and me financially. I’ve talked of how the lack I’m experiencing has made me more grateful for the smallest of things.
I can attest to the fact that I have learned to appreciate the taste of things like coffee with no doctoring, peanut butter on a spoon and even boiled rice with nothing but a bit of hamburger drippings salt and pepper.
I’ve talked about how fruit and whole wheat toast make a wonderful breakfast and I’ve learned through not having the money for things most take for granted such as a variety of cleaning products how to think around a lot of rather precarious corners.
I’ve tried to put a positive spin on the hardest of situations.
This morning I want to talk to you about things that I don’t see a lot of writing about.
Oh, I hear about the health problems not having correct food can cause if I listen to the right podcasts or news programs.
I don’t see a lot of people talking about their private and sometimes painful struggles.
Maybe it’s out there and I’m not looking in the right places.
Maybe like a lot of people I’d just like to pretend that it isn’t happening.
I don’t know. What I know is that the struggle of lack of living hand to mouth minute to minute is taking a rather large toll on me.
What I know is that while I’m sure this to shall pass and that each day I come a bit closer to rehabbing my finances as I have rehabbed my body over this past year since being released from Nursing Therapy and starting that long road to recovery is that I also have miles and miles to go and that this road is starting to be very hard to travel.
My mental health is at times on the edge of breaking. My spirit some days is almost nonexistent.
My physical health is at best on a 1-10 scale 1 being worst and 10 being best about a 4.
This morning after I’d walked fed and spent some morning time with Campbell my stomach began to cramp. As I walked from having prayer and meditation time on the back deck refilled my coffee cup and set it in the microwave to heat a wave of such cramping engulfed me I quite literally doubled over and retched with the intensity of it.
As I took my cup of coffee from the microwave a moment later I knew there was no need to go to my recliner and start the morning’s process of reading email Facebook and blog posts and instead made my way into the bathroom for what I hoped would be some relief.
Nearly 20 minutes later I emerged knowing that I had to write of that experience gross as it was.
As I sat there trying to do my necessary wave after wave of incredible painful cramp washed over me. To me it was as bad as the last part of the first phase of labor.
It felt as if my lower intestines were going to uncoil and leave my body.
I took deep breath after deep cleansing breath using the same practices I used during child birth to deal with the misery I felt.
My body broke out into cold sweats. I shook and felt nausea like I haven’t felt in a long time.
Finally, after a long time of talking with my body I was able to relieve myself and leave the bathroom to begin my day.
The after math of that was a sense of exhaustion and weakness that threatened to put me back to bed.
It was only after more meditation and some water that I was able to continue.
As I’m writing I’m starting to feel back to some normalcy.
What caused this? You ask.
Not having the right balance of foods. Not being able to maintain a constant supply of those things which we all need to keep our bodies healthy.
Our government is not addressing poverty in a correct manner at all.
The food stamp program is not set up to assist people with succeeding.
The Welfare to work program is not set up to help folks get back on and remain on their feet.
The unemployment rate is not being calculated correctly and to be quite blunt about it all our current president could give a shit less.
What does he know about poverty? Not a damn thing.
What does he know about lack? Nothing.
Our previous president in a way set us up for this current mess. His spineless jelly-fish mentality of not standing up to things as he should left us wide open for what has occurred.
It is time for all of us to stop hiding behind fake smiles.
The “Fake It Till We Make It” attitude is all well and good but I for one am tired of suffering at the whims of others.
I will rise above my circumstance and I am going to figure out how to make a real and everlasting difference for this world in which I live.
I’m no longer going to settle for the bread crumbs tossed to me.
I decree that the very foundations of poverty are going to be destroyed and I am going to help make that happen.
If this post has offended or upset, you then help me do something about it.
If you think me too outspoken as my father and others have admonished me for being too bad. I care not. You are not living my life. You know nothing about what it is to wake up in the morning and know you must map out every moment of your day according to the small amount you have. So, judge me not.
I am tired of being grateful for the tiny tidbits of life. I want more, and I want to use that more to help others like me rise out of their muck as well.
I do not want a hand out. I want a hand up.
It is not enough to simply get onto a social media format and rant. We must do something. We must create action.
I do not know yet what that is, but this writing is the beginning.
On this day of the full moon I decree that Mother Father has given me the gift of writing and I am going to use that gift to the very best of my ability.
If you think the things of which I have written thus far have been blunt and outspoken you have seen nothing yet.
I invite and encourage you to share this post if you dare, and comment on your own struggle and strife.
The only way to take our world back is to revolt against those who would stamp us down and say “We are not going to take this one more moment! Stand with us or stand aside!”
Campbell and I thank you for reading and we bid you a good day.
Until next time This is Patty who is no longer going to go along to get along and King Campbell Super Seeing Eye Dog A.K.A Bubba who is walking proudly by her side to see she goes all the places she needs to go to see this done saying…
Help me take our world back.
May harmony find us all.
So, Mote It Be!