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[ppeanutt]

#newplace #amarillotexas #cajunfood (at LAZY GATOR)

[johnnytrump3]

Can’t believe it’s winter and it was 90 degrees Fahrenheit down here. #warmwinter #path #trail #photography #tealandorange #baretrees #palodurocanyon #paloduro #palodurocanyonstatepark #amarillotexas #amarillotx #amarillotxphotographer #amaartist #visual #visualart #visualartist #canon #shotoncanon #teamcanon (at Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsbplvfH-Hj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1osofgjc3zu8t

[my-son-cartaret]

By the age of 3, my son has been knocked unconscious, kicked by an adult and bit by a dog requiring stitches. There has been a temporary restraining order put in place preventing me from being able to have unsupervised access to him. This Tumblr is a transparent awareness campaign of the ongoing legal process to help other people who may go through something similar.

[cashforhousesamarillotx]

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[fourletternamespro]

An Introduction to Kinda Unprofession by Bomb City Outlaw

I don’t have a $10K a month blog, but I’d like to. It may not seem like that has much to do with mental health but it does. It is alsoy goal and that's good for my mental health. So I'm off to a decent start.  How am I supposed to reach that goal of creating a$10k a month blog? According to all my hours of obsession, research, editing, and insanity it all depends on the questions the millions of other people out there are asking Google.  Traffic comes from people searching for answers. Writers gain financially from the advertising they do on sites that already attract free traffic because they create or host something that the audience wants to come to understand.  While Youtube and the ads you can’t afford to skip will tell you that you can create a million dollar platform in a handful of days to change your life in months, my reality is not that.  It’s taken me three years just to get my sites functional. My content is always in editing or on a list somewhere. My internet is as slow as the last thing available to the free world. My tech skills are bullshit, and my information? There is just so much of it. 

It was in my quest to build and plan my “Kinda Unprofessional” project that I learned about the business aspect of blogging and the algorithm of human interest that is keyword research and search engine optimization. That’s not what this article is about by the way. I'm just getting started.  Google already keeps up with all the questions we ask and can literally tell us the best way to profit from answering the questions that the masses are searching for. If I wanted to live my own life and write, it seems all I have to do is be able to logically provide a respectable answer to a question about a topic people are interested in.  I just need to know something they want to know. The problem is that after a career in social science, social work, clinical therapy, and courtroom testimony; the only things I know are those I’ve liste. The millions of reasons why none of it is working, why the world seems to be falling apart, and how to keep living through it. Those topics are angry and depressing. They are the things that people don’t know they need to know. They are not the things people want to know…unless they're angry or depressed and have no resources. Those are my kind of people.

I learned what a blog was about the time I moved to Austin, TX to start my life over and write a novel in 2016. People working from home, on their own time, fueling their artisan, and  being paid astronomical amounts of money for it became my secret heroes. There wasn’t an internet when I was a kid. How was I supposed to know that’s what I really wanted to be when I grew up? I wanted to try products and write about  travel and food. I just couldn’t afford my rent much less either of those things. Blogging started as a fleeting fantasy thought and later a dismissive afterthought as I worked to climb the rungs in the healthcare rat race. It has now become something I have to pursue now.  Maybe I was delusional when the idea of blogging got a hold of me. Maybe I was just in a bad place and susceptible to schemes. Those are possibilities. Wishful thinking in dark times leads to all kinds of stupid decisions. In time even the realist in me couldn't help but think logically, “Who would want to spend life punching the clock  forty hours a week when they could do what they wanted and were good at while earning triple the income in half the time?” There had to be a catch.  For three years I created plans and outlines for different projects in hopes to push my business plan beyond fantasy while I dissolved mentally and financially. Blogging seemed like the viable answer. I just needed to know a lot about something worth knowing about.  It seemed all that I knew was therapy, diagnostics, trauma, tragedy, and debt. I was burnt out at work when my roommate, my only sister, was murdered and lacking more than three days bereavement leave I was forced to step down from my full-time position. A job I had been really good at and mostly enjoyed. I’d been a social worker for over a decade. I'd been doing clinical work in psyhiatric hospitals and mental health courts for last last five years. 

I worked hard. I’d lived a life I didn’t talk about. My patients and their reality and my ability to come up with the right words on a bad day were all I had to sink my independence, purpose, and confidence into. I’d already lost everything  in a lifetime, written a book about it and started my life over. I was grateful to have the only thing that I had, my education and career. I’d already “bounced back” as pop culture would say. I never expected to have to do it again. As my angst with the state of our human services festered it imploded with the  “what the fuck” type of luck that I lived with.  I was at the top of my game and about to test for private practice licensure.  Then one morning I went to work and that evening my sister was murdered. In a blur of leave policy and autopsy,  I found myself unemployable, destitute, and cognitively impaired by compound post traumatic stress disorder.  I did the best I could do to maintain my footing as Covid-19 began and the city locked us in for the year. I drank melted snow in Austin when the grid left us without water the next winter. I buried my mother and her literally broken heart by the fall. I took business and blog classes, I heard voices, and couldn’t afford to get to where my children were for nine months.  Eleven months into my eviction in Austin TX 2021 I was still working to build my websites and products. I didn’t know if I would be able to go back into the mental health industry as a clinician. I could barely read sometimes and I wasn’t oriented to date and day for months. Time passed and I dissociated.  I got by reselling items on Facebook and going to food banks while I saved to join the South By SouthWest Festival to network and take classes in starting a small business. My credit score and monthly sales left me unqualified for business credit or disaster relief as a sole proprietor. My blog writing time turned in to time I spent chasing grants, resources, and sanity. Support small business my ass Austin. That felt like  just another bitter lesson I learned too late.

I understood grief, psychosis, trauma and circumstances. Each new stressor shocked my threshold psychologically. I coped and self cared the best I could. By the time my mother died I had just started to process logically and organized. Shortly after  her sudden death my father remarried. I found myself paranoid, delusional, catatonic, unable to communicate effectively with my partner and unable to head out of one ear. My mind was turning on me and there was nothing else I could do but keep trying to take the best care of myself that I could and keep living in the tunnel as it narrowed.  I kept making products, taking classes, drafting outlines, and believing there was still potential for another life outside of the place I felt stuck for so long. The trial for my sister’s killer taunted me as extentions were granted for the killer to plead insanity and go to the psych hospital while I coudn’t get thearpy because my psychiatrist didn’t want to sign the Crime Victims Compensation papers the state required to cover my mental health treatment after the murder.    I kept not being able to afford advertising, not making sales, and being evicted. Chronic stress shadow boxed with my reality. I asked my partner to move out so I could focus on myself before I lost my ability to stabilize myself. I grieved the loss of a breakup equivalent  to my divorce, fought to keep my home, optimized my website and sold a few hats and canvases to feed my spirit. It wouldn’t sustain me and my content wasn’t ready enough for publication. I couldn’t commit to a schedule. I couldn't commit to a city when I was future planning logically. My only other friend died suddenly in January 2022, taking most of my platonic entrepreneurial support system with him in the blink of an eye.  It took three years to build and optimize my websites, much less load them with content. It was disheartening and at more than a few times, literally insane. That’s what trauma, grief, and time do to a mind.  It’s a contemporary American fantasy to believe hallucinations and delusion stem only from someone’s socioeconomic choice or substance use. The members of the public that don’t understand psychosis  need to be able to explain it away to themselves in a way that makes sense to them. It reassures them with the comfort of believing those things will not come to happen to their status quo minds of less complicated and tragic personal experiences.  . That doesn’t help anyone. Just education to the fact that it can and will organically happen to anyone in times of stress, death, or hormonal imbalance might comfort some who have the insight to work through symptoms that most laymen believe you cannot work through. The problem still becomes that the  mental health services in America are so dangerously liable and classist that those who want and need help still can’t get it. It’s mostly inappropriate when sliding scale or state funded. It often makes  the problems worse.  2019 my work and plans to go into clinical practice independently were trainwrecked by my sister’s murder, hospial politics, and my forgotting to change my address with the board cost me my current license without a fair hearing. Suddenly my career was over too. At times that was the hardest loss to get over and move on from.  While I’ve worked to recover and move on in financial security and purpose, I haven’t been able to. At first I was mostly angry that I spent all those years learning, working, and helping people. Finding  I couldn't afford to feed myself or keep my housing after someone else made the choice to kill the person I was living with during what was the peeking of my clinical career was the ultimate slap in spiritual face. How was I supposed to spend the rest of my life? Where was my security? What about everything I’d worked for? People and living through the shitty things that we don't talk about happening to us was all I knew. It was all I was good for. All I’d trained for. I had already rebuilt my life. Then life happened to me again. The same way that it happens to everyone else; randomly, suddenly, and violently. 

I shunned my previous discipline and vowed not to work for such a dangerously ignorant and inhuman administration in order to cope with no longer having a purpose or plan. Then one day I had what I'll call an epiphany.  Before I lost my job and state of mind I was training and working towards an outpatient practice for high acuity trauma patients based using a case management model with what I believe to be the coolest and most effective tool I was ever trained in, eye movement desensitization and reprocessing therapy, EMDR. It was being used to treat some of the worst cases of military trauma and having astonishing empirical results. I signed up for training the minute my credentials and tax return qualified me to take the course. I was ready to specialize and go into research on using it as a treatment for auditory hallucinations and psychosis in complex cases. Watching the possibilities in case studies and practice convinced me that for some we could provide a functional future and a cure if we stopped misdiagnosing for policy;s sake and truly give our best practices to everyone.  I was frantically trying to repose my life and budget in a post homicide, job loss, housing crisis in the middle of a pandemic when my partner had a horrible anxiety episode. He acquired a brain injury in a professional fight that retired him from the spot and left him with sometimes crippling anxiety. 

While trying to talk him through it I thought of some self soothing techniques I had been trained in but stumbled over whether or not I could ethically assist if I wasn't practicing and tripped over the irony of how it would be a conflict of interest if I was practicing.  He looked me dead in the face in the midst of his struggle and tears and said,"If you have something that can help me, you have to help me don't you? I can't live like this." It may not have been ethically principled but the humane thing to do is always right in front of me. So we walked through the same things I would have done if I were at work until he could calm himself down and take over.  I think about that now as I work auditing nursing and debating on how to save the $1000.00 it will take to get to take the test and finish my private practice license. I'm grateful to have a job at all. It doesn't have to be something I like doing or am great at to pay the bills. While it pays the bills, it's not going to replace my car, get my kids braces, or allow me any opportunity to save much less retire someday.  I find myself going back to all my blogging research that tells me you just have to have something to say that people want to know and dedicate your time to it. It will make the part of you that needs to write stop incessantly pounding your soul with the need to stand up or move around because you can’t use a pen correctly anymore. It will get the worries and the important linear thoughts out. It will help someone or accomplish your purpose, or it won’t. If you don’t do it you’ll never know.  Those are the thoughts I get lost in.  Over the years I continue to find myself reminding myself that I may only know mental health and social policy, but I know them very well in spite of having to live through the catastrophes our systems gaps have wreaked havoc on my life with.  I try to find gratitude in having a job and home at all but am plagued by the desire to do more for myself. I thought my stagnation was an energy issue. So I came to peace with the idea of quitting my blog and publishing missions to focus on my day job and settle into the rest of my life. I just can't seem to make peace with that yet.  Then I remembered my partner's panic attack and his question in a new light. How could I sit with a mind full of knowledge, experiences, answers, and ideas that  could change another’s  life for the better and keep it to myself just because the system is built to keep the information gated and complicated and I'm exhausted from chronic poverty and crisis?

Maybe it's more of a moral angst than financial anxiety driving me to keep at this. Regardless, it took less than half an hour to keyword search and brainstorm over 200 topics related to mental health and our American reality that people were looking for information and answers for.  I can create useful information and do it for free. The hopes of ad revenue and eventual sales of therapeutic tools I have designed to help people and clinicians might very well replace my income and purpose in this world if I find the words and energy to follow through. They say if you build it they will come.  I already built it. I just need content and that takes time.  So I decided to start writing my 200 articles.  The first topic being this introduction to what I am doing and why I am doing it.  Read the full article

[savvy-creations-fmufam]

Oops...! 🤭 Exposed Mr. Grumpy pants *Whispering* shhh... don't tell anyone. 🤫 I- 🤣 I'm absolutely in love with @cliffsidecoffee 's sticker of the month! It's gold 🥇 it's amazing 🤩 so I thought I add a little twist of some comical humor... Because why not lol 😆 If you're in #amarillotexas stop by your #localcoffeeshop and go support them. 😎 I love their #coffee 😍 Plus, can we talk about how we got- ONE MORE spot to #paint on the #tumblrcup ?! 🤯😱 literally... we got one more spot to fill. So stay tuned for next month for the final product. I can't wait! 😁 P.s. If only coffee cups were bigger #☕👄☕ *Trying to fill the void with coffee* #savvycreations27 #fmufam #fmufamart #amarilloart #amarilloartist #localartist #localamarilloartist #localart #coffeeart #ilikebigcupsandicannotlie #coffeeislife #art #artist #myart #myartwork #cliffsidecoffee (at Cliffside Coffee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVwyUckrdId/?utm_medium=tumblr

[johnnytrump3]

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[missgriffinsfinishingschool]

My mom grew up in Amarillo, TX and was 14 in the 70’s when Chip Lord and a couple of colleagues created “Cadillac Ranch” with funding by the eccentric Stanley Marsh III. I wish I could have seen it then - brand new cars stuck in the dirt in the middle of a field off Route 66 to make some sort of an artistic statement (I don’t even know what the statement is but I love it nonetheless). My mom says it was as weird then as it is now. She took me to get spray paint to paint my name on it for the first time. I felt like I was defacing a piece of art and a piece of history but it’s what the art installation is about. It’s participatory art, meant to be shared and not just seen. It never looks the same day-to-day. On my most recent I went to see it again the evening I arrived. There were a million people around, all participating in this big, weird, experiment. At sunrise the next morning, I was almost entirely alone, surrounded by quiet. A different experience with the same piece of art. It’s a good reorientation of what life is like. It’s never the same day to day, it’s very colorful, and we have very little control over who we pass throughout our day. But sometimes we are given the opportunity to pause and step back and appreciate how beautiful it all is, despite the decades of change. Film 📷 developed by @thedarkroomlab #cadillac #cadillacranch #route66 #route66roadtrip #amarillotexas #amarillo #amarillobymorning #sunriseoftheday #thedarkroomlab #filmforever #filmphoto #colorfilm #kodakfilm #kodakmoment (at Cadillac Ranch) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD4AuW-Fqks/?igshid=qr96h28urt71