Help for the helpless
Nothing has changed. Nothing. I lost my job and thought that something would change.
Thank God I had unemployment for these past months. I don't know what I would have done.
Now, however, I don't know what I WILL do! No money is coming in my door, Kristine. I am still current on my rent, but I don't know how I will pay it in October. No money. Not a penny.
I've never been here before. I've always paid my own way. I need help. Please tell me how to put one foot in front of the other. Honest to God, Kristine. I don't know what to do. I'm frozen. I can't stop crying. I'm writing this and blubbering into my lap. I need help.
I've tried to talk to my friends about all this, but no one takes me seriously. The best I can get from anyone is this; "I'm so glad I'm not you. I don't know how you do it."
I don't know either. I don't know if I can keep this up. Help me.
Dear Margaret -
I'm taking you seriously because I believe you. I believe you're "blubbering" and out of control. I believe your fear. I believe your paralysis. Margaret - I believe everything you wrote.
You didn't tell me, however, where you live or if you're facing any medical emergencies. Your language signals depression; and who wouldn't be depressed? Your message also indicates anxiety. The two flow together; depression breeds anxiety which thrives on depression.
You didn't tell me if you have access to any kind of medical facilities or help. If you do, I recommend strongly that you see someone and have an evaluation. Your suffering will not end, but it will be managed a bit better if you have some support from a physician.
Margaret - please believe me when I tell you this: all will be well. I mean it. All will be well.
You may think I'm being flippant. I am not.
If you want a job, a job will emerge. I promise you this. It might not be comparable to the job you lost, but if you want to work, you will.
The economy is in slow, slow recovery. Your are caught-up in something larger than you, Margaret. Nonetheless, there are things you can do to recover your equilibrium.
Keep in mind; I am a pastor. I am not a therapist, nor am I a medical professional.
Last - Remember - you're going to get through this. You're going to be fine. Keep the faith, and fight the good fight. Write me again and let me know how you're doing.
Presbyterian pastor, broadcast commentator, playwright and great friend.