Anyone out there? Rock bottom is lonely.

Rock bottom is lonely. The Mariana Trench is the deepest part of the ocean, no one has ever seen the bottom, but I feel like I have. I feel like I’m down there with the crabs (do crabs go that deep?), down with the overboard Coors Bottles drunk fisherman toss off the deck, and not a single other person. Maybe that’s where Jimmy Hoffa is, so I’ll add “living” person.

Being broke and at the bottom sucks. It means looking at the budget and moving line items around to cover expenses I didn’t think about, or health insurance premiums that moved from the 15th of the month to the 2nd AND went up $600…thanks sunsetting laws. I’m tired of it. I met with someone recently who said some people are like guys that go to a strip club and spend lots of money, but go home alone. All idea, no action. That’s me. That’s my life. I’m covered in stripper glitter, with nothing to show for it. (Ok, not literally. Those places creep me out.)

How to move forward, and upwards. Starting this blog. I want to start a YouTube channel called LeglessLedger, but I don’t want to show my face. I have a face for writing, not television. I am not sure anyone wants to hear what I have to say. I’ve literally been to the lowest spot of life, and I’m clawing my way back up. Surely someone out there is in a similar boat as me. I want to help, mostly because misery loves company. However, I won’t bitch and moan every post. I will make positive moves.

Instead of posting once a week, I’m going to strive to ramble three days per week. Going to figure this out. Someone please click the button to join the email list so I can have someone to talk to.

We got this. My stump hurts. Gonna take a Tylenol and lay down. I’ll start tomorrow! ;)