I haven’t posted in forever because the everlasting glory of studying for the bar for 12 hours a day leaves me just enough free time to drink a beer and stare into the middle distance before crying and going to bed. Today I decided to leave my study cavern in Orange County out of the hope that the assholes at Mac Fusion would have repaired the laptop containing all my notes. I was wrong in that assumption, so I ventured on over to my apartment in Long Beach.
A few squad cars were at the door, meaning that either my white supremacist neighbor had been arrested again or my mentally unbalanced and drug addled neighbor had attempted suicide for the 7th or 8th instance since moving here two years ago. Sadly it was the latter, and to make matters even worse it seems that she succeeded this time.
Thirty years ago this lady would have had at least a chance at a bed and around the clock supervision in a state hospital. Instead Saint Reagan was allowed to nuke all inpatient mental health care while drastically scaling back any treatment options that would have been available for someone with a serious chemical dependancy. Presently if my neighbor lived in any other industrialized country she would have access to state-funded medical and psychological care designed to treat her diseases, instead of a country determined to discover cool new ways to shift the costs of caring for her onto spottily funded charity organizations.
In virtually any other place but California in the 21st century this woman’s life would have undoubtedly ended in a better place than the apartment building where the majority of people (myself included) spurned her calls for help out of the convenience of ignorance. We live in an era where elected officials on both sides of the political spectrum are intent for no good goddamn reason on slashing the tattered social safety net, and where the stigma of mental health problems persists as a matter of statute. Given this acceptance of the subtle violence of selfishness it becomes incredibly easy to allow even those who sleep not 20 feet away from us to slip into the darkness of depression and desperation.
Happy Monday. I wonder if they will replace the carpet before they re-rent the place.