WARNING: this blog post is of the opinion of my own. I am not a licensed physician. I do not give out any medical advice. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or self harm call 911 or contact The National Suicide Prevention Hotline at (800) 273-8255.
Original Post Date: October 9, 2019
Why do we show so much passion for super villainous characters? Maybe it’s because we see a little of ourselves in the developmental of their story. I find it interesting the most villains don’t start out horrifying scary. There’s a backstory to the madness that usually find our antagonist struggling with some type of mental illness. Unlike our hero whose moral fabric is the driving force. It’s an delegate balance between the two whose common ground is both struggling with some form of mental illness or disorder. It’s the villains backstory that drives this point. Separating the human aspect from the morally corrupt you find the bullying affect that we all can relate to. We willingly root for a successful outcome for these villains even knowing how horribly bad it all turns out. We all have a little Joker in us.
WARNING: The Joker movie is very graphic and display disturbing scenes that can be triggers for an episodes.Exercise caution when viewing.
Life has a funny way of making things interesting. This past week I was chatting with one of my best friends about life and she made the comment that I have changed and it’s good to see that I’m happy. “Happy?” I replied? “Yes” she said “our conversations were at times dark and now it’s filled with hope for the future and confidence and happiness. “So many things has changed since the beginning of this year” she said and mentioned a concert I attended back in May. I got to thinking what is happiness? What does that mean? Can one be truly happy? this is the topic of today blog post.
Today I cried. My tears came as a surprise to think about the year twenty-twenty as something to cry over. Yes, like most people I have lost something but is the loss worth these tears? My heart took the blow too hard and heavy. However, my head is standing rock solid not to be suede either way. I don’t know why such things are so difficult to face. I don’t know why it’s so hard to let go. I don’t know why it’s so hard to forgive. I don’t know why we choose to hold on to pain, anger and loss. Hello all your rocker and rollers of words, today’s blog post is inspired by the emotions of holding on to pain, anger while dealing with grief, loss and learning how to forgive and to let go.
Hello all you wizards of words, today’s blog is inspired by“Addiction”. There are many different faces of addiction. The two common known types of addiction are Substanceand Behavioral. This blog will focus on the behavioral side. When a person struggling with mental health a lot of bad behavior arise. There’s too much noise, too much dark. It’s very difficult to turn on the lights and keep them on. For this very reason some turns to drink and drugs. Others turns to spending or develop unhealthy relationships with food or self image. Like with any illness, understanding the triggers, the cause and condition is key.
Hello all you keepers or words, today blog post hits a bit closer to home as it involves dealing with mental health specifically my diagnosis. I have been very open about my bipolar disorder in doing so blogging about something that is so personal it’s hard I’m not going to lie but being on this constant rollercoaster ride trying to seek answers to new questions it’s tough. Through therapy and support I learned some valuable tools that helps when in the mist of an episode.
This blog is based upon my personal perspective and experience dealing with a disorder.
The research of this blog is for informational purpose.
I am not a doctor or a license healthcare worker.
If you are experiencing thoughts of suicide or self harm call 911 immediately.
Today I feel the weight of the world crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. This heaviness is like an underdog wrestler pinning down an opponent winning the match. Unlike the wrestler, this is a match I won’t win today. This weight slowly grows & morphing into an uncontrollable desperation. Some days this desperation is far off in the distant allowing me tiny bit of joy but today this desperation I often refer to as “my chum” is here to stay.
Hello all you Kings & Queens of social media, we are at the start of a new year with new goals we all hope to achieve, new resolutions we won’t keep & a fresh start but for me starting the new year is often very stressful & overwhelming. Twenty-eighteen has been a year of self discovery, growing & learning to let things go but I must say the few days leading up to January 1st, my anxiety level were at an all time high. I live in a part of the US where my city falls behind most of the world time wise that is. When most of you have celebrated, we’re still waiting to count down & there’s my anxiety falls into play. The good news no disaster nor looming doom, no nothing really just another routine type of a day. I ranged in the new year just as I have for the past ten years celebrating with friends very low-key usual finger foods, playing games & getting hammered. I don’t know why I place so much on new years when I always survive the event.
New year promises comes as no surprise, this time each year we open our eyes. We see things that apparently we didn’t see all last year so we make unhealthy promises we know we can’t keep. Instead of making promises that reflects compassion & empathy we tend to seek out promises that frankly aren’t too deep.
Kee-a-boo I see you, I’m hiding a surprise. Putting my hands over my face then popping them out all over the place. Gracefully I sit on dad lap playing my favorite game of cat-and-mouse. Daddy likes to put one hand over his eyes I guess it makes sense his hands are big like a slices of apple pie. Mommy hands are smaller so she uses both to cover her eyes no cheating, no peeking or you’ll see the surprise.
This poem is inspired by writing prompt #118 write about autumn/fall – enjoy
Autumn leaves are falling stripping the trees bare. There’s a crisp breeze dancing in the air. The smells of pumpkin spice and everything nice is everywhere. You and I sit on the porch welcoming the Autumn dawn. It’s that time of year again when I think of you most. Red, brown and yellow leaves falling around us and you holding me in your arms like a warm blanket on this Autumn day. Squeezing tighter and tighter, I can feel your heartbeat against my back. I can feel your warm breath on my neck, submerged in your embrace knowing that no one will ever love me in this way.