Hello all you freedom writers, today’s post is inspired by writing prompts. Have you found yourself staring at an empty white screen trying to find a point to start to write? This happens to often and as a writer there are times I try to process a series of thoughts that doesn’t translate into print which is frustrating. When I find myself in this situation I turn to “Writing Prompts”. Writing prompts is a good way of overcoming writer’s block and helps with focusing on a specific topic. Writing prompts is good to reigning in and organize your thoughts. Here’s an example of writing prompt #17 Pain and Loss.
What’s hurting right now beside the pain in my heart or the hole in my soul left by loving you. Everyday since you left I been in an out-of-control spiral hell. I’m not among the living but not quite dead. I don’t know what this space is but I feel cold and empty.
They say it’s okay to grieve. Is this grieving?
They say it’s okay to cry. Is this crying?
They say it’s okay to be sad. Is this sadness?
You abandoned me in misery, orphaned and alone. I tried a thousand times to join you but you say “it’s not my time”. Healing comes at a cost and one day I hope to be strong enough not to tug too hard at this scab.
Writing prompts are a fun way to being creative. Try stepping out of the box, try using writing prompt see how far and creativity can take you. If you enjoyed these writing prompt check out these writing prompt. Feedback and comments are always welcome.
The people featured in this blog are of those who struggle with mental health and are no longer with us. Their struggle has helped bring awareness to Bullying, Anxiety, Depression. These people are faces of suicide. If you or you know someone in a crisis, having thoughts of suicide or self harm call 911 immediately or contact The National Suicide Prevention Hotline at (800) 273-8255 (24/7 – 365 days) Together we can break the stigma of mental health. To check out these amazing people and how their struggle impacted our lives click on the links below.
Today I cried to point I couldn’t cry anymore. If only I could’ve been there to help. If only I knew what to say. I would plead my case in the hopes of having my desperate pleads heard. If only he could see the tears of pain begging him to stay. If only I can tell him how much he is loved.
Yasmine struggled with serve depression. Depressed by her breakup and divorce, Yasmine hung herself on a tree close to her sister home. She was 37.
Hello all you wizards of words today’s blog post is inspired by suicide. Twenty-nineteen was a year of endings. With the end of the decade in my group of champions our lives has dramatically changed. This is the story of Brad his struggle with mental health and his outcome.
Little is known of Lee final moments. Lee was diagnosed with bipolar and suffered from depression. Police were called to perform a wellness check when the actor didn’t show up for work. He was discovered deceased. He was 29.
This blog feature familiar faces who struggled with depression, bipolarism and varies mental illness. The goal here is to show mental illness doesn’t have age limits or discriminate nor know any boundaries. Your neighbor, co-worker, brother, sister, parents anyone can struggle with mental illness. Just because the picture appears to be perfect behind that smile is someone contemplating suicide. Your act of kindness and compassion can be the difference between life and death.
Kelly Yeomans Pre-teen May 22, 1984 – Sept. 28, 1997 Suicide by Overdose
Kelly is victim of school bullying. Described as a pleasant teen her tormentors were unmerciful in their attacks on Kelly. “It is nothing to do with you Daddy, nothing to do with you Mummy, and nothing to do with you Sarah (her sister). I have had enough and I’m going to take an overdose.” True to her word she took overdose. She was 13.
This post is of the opinion of Sunny Larue. Sunny Larue is not a licensed healthcare physician nor gives any medical advice. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or self harm call 911 or contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (800) 273-8255
Hello all you magical wizards of words, today’s post is inspired by writing prompt “sorrow” and the effects of this emotion has on the mentally health challenged. This short was written when I was seventeen a year after I was diagnosed. James Taylormusic heavily influenced my writings Fire and Rain is one song that I related to. The line “Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you” is in reference to childhood friend Suzanne Schnerr suicide. I tweaked it a bit but it’s interesting to see the difference in feelings from the late eighties as a teen and today as a forty something adult.
Spinning around on the turntable, as we (my friend and I) sit listening to High N’ Dry album by Def Leppard in celebration of a new 2020 world tour featuring the reunion of Motley Crue and Poison, Mirror Mirror, Look Into My Eyes comes on and we’re in awl of the amazing sound blaring from the speakers. Joe’s sings “Gonna have to smash the glass”, my buddy says to me “it’s a fool who can admit defeat.” My response is “if this is true then why do we run from our reflection in the mirror?” Hello all you Santa’s little helpers today’s blog is inspired by Def Leppard’s song Mirror Mirror Look Into My Eyes and why we run from our reflection in the mirror. There are many reasons why we run but the main reason is we don’t like to face the truth.
Def Leppard “Mirror, Mirror (Look Into My Eyes)” Mirror mirror Just watchin’ with your eye of glass You’re just a fortune wheel With something that I wanna ask Mirror mirror Got my fate lyin’ in your hands You’re the fool, you’re the juggler Hangman and lover, you’re not like no other Take a look into my eyes Tell me what you see Take a look into my eyes Tell me is it true? Take a look into my eyes Oh when I look at you Take a look into my eyes Tell me is it me? Is it really me? Mirror mirror Gotta know just what you see My crystal ball You’re lookin’ so sly and so sleazy Mirror mirror Hangin’ there with that crack in your eye You make me stumble, make me blind Time after time and line by line [Repeat Chorus] Mirror mirror Oh tell me You’re the fool, you’re the juggler I ain’t met a lover, you’re like no other Take a look into my eyes Tell me what you see Take a look into my eyes Tell me is it true? Take a look into my eyes Oh it just can’t last Take a look into my eyes Gonna have to smash the glass Take a look into my eyes Take a look into my eyes Take a look Take a look into my eyes Oh yeah Take a look into my eyes Take a look into my eyes Take a look into my eyes Take a look into my eyes Take a look Take a look into my eyes Look into my eyes Take a look into my eyes Tell me if it’s me Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby
Can’t Stop Running
We run from the abuse. We run because of the hurt. We run to escape the pain of living. We drown our sorrows with drugs, drink and other bad behaviors. We run because it’s easy. Face it no one willingly accepts the hard way but we run into situations that isn’t the best taking a lifetime to learn the lesson. We don’t stop to think “is this what I should be doing?” It’s hard to hold the mirror up and actually love the person staring back.
Janie’s Got A Gun Aerosmith Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done? Dum, dum, dum it’s the sound of my gun. Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done? Dum, dum, dum it’s the sound Janie’s got a gun Janie’s got a gun Her whole world’s come undone From lookin’ straight at the sun What did her daddy do? What did he put you through? They said when Janie was arrested they found him underneath a train But man, he had it comin’ Now that Janie’s got a gun she ain’t never gonna be the same. Janie’s got a gun, Janie’s got a gun Her dog day’s just begun Now everybody is on the run Tell me now it’s untrue. What did her daddy do? He jacked a little bitty baby The man has got to be insane They say the spell that he was under the lightning and the thunder knew that someone had to stop the rain Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah yeah yeah Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away, run away, run, run away Janie’s got a gun Janie’s got a gun Her dog day’s just begun Now everybody is on the run What did her daddy do? It’s Janie’s last I.O.U. She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain She said ’cause nobody believes me. The man was such a sleeze. He ain’t never gonna be the same. Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away, run away, run, run away Janie’s got a gun Janie’s got a gun Janie’s got a gun Everybody is on the run
Facing The Flaws
Facing up to flaws that every human processes is down right scary especially for those who suffer from mental health. Speaking from personal experience, I sometimes see an ugly reflection. Sometimes when I look at my reflection I see sorrow, pain, hurt and distrust. I don’t know why that is. I went from being in a bubble, to introvert to a social person and to have this view is really iscine. I do have low self esteem but not in the way most views self esteem. My Achilles heel is my Chum. I believe wholeheartedly that relationships and my Chum is a cocktail not worth drinking. No man on this planet would ever want to be in a relationship with such an ugly disturbed person. No one would want to have a friendship with someone who can’t properly articulate coherent sentences. When I express this side of my Chum to family and friends I get this “it’s not rejection because of your looks or Chum but you are intimidating and strong willed and most people have a hard time dealing with that.” Really? The truth is I’m bipolar, my highs and lows are a daily struggle. One day I see beauty the next I see ugly. I also know that what you put out in the universe that’s what people see and react to. It’s a matter of what mask to wear when trying to run from the reflection in the mirror.
“Run Boy Run” Woodkid Run boy run! This world is not made for you Run boy run! They’re trying to catch you Run boy run! Running is a victory Run boy run! Beauty lays behind the hills Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you Run boy run! They’re dying to stop you Run boy run! This race is a prophecy Run boy run! Break out from society Tomorrow is another day And you won’t have to hide away You’ll be a man, boy! But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run! Run boy run! This ride is a journey too Run boy run! The secret inside of you Run boy run! This race is a prophecy Run boy run! And disappear in the trees Tomorrow is another day And you won’t have to hide away You’ll be a man, boy! But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run! Tomorrow is another day And when the night fades away You’ll be a man, boy! But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!
Driving down this road hatred fills my eyes. Seeing red, I can feel the flames burning inside. Waiting for that one slip up to release the beast that dances within. Cool as the morning dew sweetly fills the air, still can’t stop this living hell I am in. The more I drive down this dangerous road the more I feel alive and ready to fight. Lying in wait, to pull the pin to explode. Looking in the rear view mirror I see the road I left behind. Plenty of rocks left in my wake to over take that turn. It’s all in the past now as I look forward still reeling with this anger. Coming to the stop light blinker on left turn, then another left turn pulling into the drive of the fortress of destitute, realizing another nightmarish hell. Seeing that brick wall I’m about to come crashing into just accepting this is my fate.
I don’t know where I am in the grand scheme of things. My head feels like a merry-go-round spinning in circles a never-ending circle. I want to stop, I need to stop but I can won’t you help me. Everything hurts, every words, laugh and cry is painful too sensitive to act too sad to be happy I need love to light the way. I am a prisoner to this fate bleak drowning deeper into the sea of void sinking lower than Moby Dick’s occupants. Not lacking in faith, wishing for a band-aid to cover the scab I’m slowing picking at, screaming in a crowded room with no one looking up not evening giving a glance I’m here with this demon. A constant companion these days speaks to me in ways no one can comprehend. Scared no, just concerned that my mind is no longer my own. Fighting the good fight staying above water in the hopes that one day this dynamic dance will be done.
Exploding into the midnight sky burning bright flying high, supernova reaches levels intensifying the mind. All of my senses engulfed by the flames, you stand there with this look on your face as if we’ve met before. White hot radioactive embers burning brightly through this space lifting levels of an a high then sinking deeper into the depths of the void. My soul set a blaze my light burning so brightly it’s blinding, the white heated embers reaching every level possible to let you know of the rebirth. I alike the Phoenix arose from the ash, I’m alive. Reborn just as in life I am birth, I live and I die. This is my exit goodnight and goodbye.
This short is inspired by the lust for life. As we get older the illusion of immortality is fleeing. You come to the realization that dying is apart of life. In this world, in this space and time you are birth, you live, you die and you are still responsible for taxes.
A world without your love is the world I find myself dwelling in. The lights were turned off when you closed your eyes forever. Alone here in the darkness I wait for you in my dreams. In anticipation seeing your beautiful face. Longing to hear your soft voice whisper those beautiful three words “I Love You”. I live in this world cold cruel and dead without your kind touch, without your encouragement. I don’t want to stay in this world without you anymore. I want to be where you are, dancing in your light. I want to stay in this light embraced in your loving arms within your unconditional love only a mother can give.
This short is inspired by my Mother who was special tough lady. Every year on my birthday she would say “And what does this St. Patty Day girl want for birthday dinner?” The answer is always the same; fried chicken, mashed potatoes, string beans and yellow cake with chocolate icing. Wanting and getting are two different things in our household. I always ended up getting corn beef, cabbage, cornbread and Carmel cake. My mother knew I’m not a fan of corn beef and cabbage. I use to get so angry with her but now I wish I could have that dinner one more time with her smile. My mother who bravery is unmatched. Who had the courage to stand tall in a world that try to make her small. She’s one of a kind.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and yet as I stand here looking at the mess in the mirror I beg to differ. I’m not a beauty nor do I feel pretty. What I see is quite the opposite. I see ugly, useless, dirty person with no future. I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the actress that grace the silver screen. I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as those models who are splashed on the cover of sports magazines. I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the girl sitting across from me on the bus. I wish I had better eyes to see what you see a beautiful girl.
This short was inspired by group of ten-year olds grade school girls self-discovery in a world that values beauty over substance. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder if you tell yourself you are then it will be. Be sure to tell your little beauties they are beautiful, pretty, smart and loved.
Green is the color of envy or so they say. I wear green every day. Ask me if I’m green with envy and I would say HELL YES. I’m green with envy trying to pick the winning lotto numbers I can’t seem to buy. I’m green with envy at a job that don’t I’m alive. Sitting at a desk day in and day out mindless nothing not even messing about. Working for a wage that barely covers the rent. Living here in this expensive hell you’re better off spending you pennies on a tent. It’s the uber driver who takes you on a ride to voodoo land. Either stopping a few feet ahead taking the next fare behind you or driving the most indirect routes you sitting in the back watching the money run out.