Tag: Mental Awareness

PRETTY

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.

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IN THE TRENCHES

Just recently a really good friend of mine well more like a champion informed me that our thirty year high school reunion is happening this August.  He asked if I was plan on going.  I paused then responded with I don’t know.  It’s always difficult task going back to high school.  I can imagine it’s a tough time for most but for me it was my living hell nightmarish prison that I thought I would never escape. The anxiety of getting to school was a nightmare. I spent four years with a bunch of miserable assholes who pride themselves on being assholes becoming the target of many vicious attacks.  My four years were spent dodging bullets, ducking hand grenades and digging deep trenches to hide in.  Why on earth would I want to volunteer to spend one evening reliving that?

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MOMMY TAKE MY HAND

mommaMommy please take my hand, hold it tight.  I’m scared I won’t live through the night.  These voices speak to me tell me to do things I don’t want to do.  Their force, the powerful voices commends me to tell you this truth.  I don’t want to live anymore.  My behavior has caused so much pain.  I don’t want you to cry anymore, but these powerful voices I can’t ignore anymore.  If you can just sleep here tonight and hold me tight maybe they will go away.

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THE CARNIVAL

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I sit here in my favorite red chair drinking my blueberry coffee from my favorite cup staring out the open window as the cool breeze hit my face, my thoughts speaking to me what seem to be in foreign languages. Trying to control and pin down my thinking is a process that is hard especially when my thoughts are all over the place. Sometimes I fear I’m losing grip on reality my mind is playing the ultimate role head-lining act of some cornball carnival,the main attraction of some freakish side-show.

Ladies and Gents step right up to this here attraction watch how this manic-depressive handles a meltdown.

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THE BLAH FACTOR

Today I’m feeling a bit blah.  Not sad but not quite happy either.  I’m in between the two.  I call this stage of my manic depression “the blah factor.”  It’s a numbing feeling.  I don’t care about things as much as I should when I visit this stage.  Having a mental disorder you’re on a constant roller coast ride up and down back and forth its rare your able to get off. 

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CONFESSIONS OF A DEPRESSIVE MIND

“You knock me out like a wrecking crew
I’m back on my feet and all over you
Faster than I’ve ever been before”

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“All Time High”

Hello all you mistresses and masters of words, it’s Friday and I’m still feeling the pressure from my Chum and his buddies.  This week has been brutal.  I’m still reeling from my meltdown and now I’m getting pressure from work.  This co-worker is notorious for doing this to me.  He waits until the last possible minute then gives me work saying he needs ASAP.  That’s the thing about working at this firm they don’t teach you anything it’s a crash and burn situation.  

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MY CHUM

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“The Stigma of Depression”
Ashley Laderer

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.  

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MY BIG BROTHER

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My big brother, so gentle, so kind taught me how to ride a bike zoom, zoom flying down the big hill we go.  My big brother, so lovable, so wise taught me how to count 1,2,3,4,5.  My big brother so fun, so sweet he sits next to me when I am sick reading to me my favorite book so neat.  My big brother, so warm, so endearing loves to give big hugs squeezing tightly like a bear hugging a tree ugh I can’t breathe. One day my big brother stopped being so gentle, so kind.  He stopped being so lovable, so wise.  The big brother I come to know the one who taught me all I know cease to exist.  

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My big brother, who listens to the voices inside his head tells him to do bad things.  My big brother, consumed by hallucinations & delusions sits in his dark room confused & withdrawn from the world.  My big brother a victim of “schizophrenia”, a word so big & hard to pronounce this baby sister is powerless to stop the dark.  My big brother whom I adore sits alone in the dark facing every hellish nightmare, the noise too loud for him to ignore.  

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Fight you must fight to keep your mind I say, but mental illness doesn’t work that way.  You see the voices now controls his every mood.  My family once full of life is scared to move.  One step out of place we will see schizophrenia ugly face.  It’s a dance I rather not participate. The love I have will always remain no matter what face schizophrenia say it claims.  I love all of my big brother the dark, the insane & the good.  This baby sisters misses her big brother.

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This short story is inspired by mental illness awareness.  One out of five people will suffer from mental illness.  We all are affected one way by someone who suffers from schizophrenia, bipolar & other mental disease.  We must show compassion, patience & love to help our loved one deal with this disease.  For more information on mental illness or need assistance please click on the link👉👉 Mental Health Services.

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Please show your support for my friend Nicole Carmen.  Her website (Navigating Darkness) deals with the subject of mental illness.  Her blogs are vivid on how she if affected by mental illness & she and advocate for mental illness awareness.  You can follow her on social media (ItsNicoleCarmen).  And check out her project for Mental Awareness & how you can participate (The Mental Health Awareness Project) & twitter (officialMHAP).  

Until next time…..

For more reads in my Confessions of a Depressive Mind Series try these…..
Repair My Armor
Crying In The Shadows
My Beloved
Big Lips
My Chum
Confessions of a Depressed Mind
Over The Hump
Something Interesting
Welcome to the Dance
In the Trenches
Diary of a Manic Depressive
Uncontrollable Chaos
Bite Your Lips
Chicken Soup for the Soul
The High Card
#likeoneanother
Closed for Business
Lemons
Stranger Thin