Hello all you wizards of words, it’s been a while since I blog. Well not true, I write everyday but a lot of my material doesn’t see the light of day. This thought, however, I been working on for a while now. I finally got the idea incoherent sentences because not everyone speaks Sunny Larue right. With this blog post I’m taking a different approach. Many of my ideas for a blog are inspired by my journal entry. When I tackled this reincarnation, I promised to be truthful in regards to my mental disorder or “Chum”. In fact, to be as brutally honest not matter how hard the topic is. Well what’s more honest then journal entries. I been holding back this side of my Chum. It’s very scary place the the dark side of my Chum. It’s a place of the unknown with little to no control. The links throughout this post are materials that helped me get through this episode. This post is from my journal entry titled: “The High Card” May 30, 2019
Hey all you wonders of words, today I am super excited to be asked by this beautiful organization Public Good Projects to be apart of their campaign #likeoneanother. Like One Another is a campaign aimed to reduce the stigma of mental health by showing that we all are much alike. This campaign has a huge following with many different backgrounds, walks of like all committed to bring mental health awareness to the forefront. I am honored to be apart of such a great organization.
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 champions of words, it’s been awhile since my last post. Actually it’s been some weeks since my last post, October 29th to be exact with the (Off The Wagon) post however I feel the need to express myself once again. It’s hard trying to guess where to start. It’s even harder waiting but when it’s all said and done it’s the change that makes or breaks us. I learned this truth living in a post Covid-19 world. Eight months ago life was normal now here’s three principles that play a role in our daily routine; START, WAIT and CHANGE. Today’s blog post is inspired by these words.
This blog post is inspired by Covid-19, Quarantine, Social Media and Mental Health. I apologize in advance for the lengthy post. I do have a lot to say. If you or you know someone struggling with thoughts of suicide or self harm seek help immediately or contact the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 800-273-8255. Staffers are there to help you get back on track.
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.
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Hello all your rockstars of words, today’s blog post is inspired by my love of music. I use music as a tool to keep my Chum quiet. Drowning out the noise that my Chum often provides when he’s knocking at the stage door, this particular memory is a good one. The Cars is my first musical love. The song All Mixed Up is my introduction to this great band. I had the pleasure of seeing them for the first time at eleven in 1982 at the US Festival. I enjoyed their live performance a total of seven times each appearance better than the last. I often blog about the impact Def Leppard and Franz Ferdinand music has had in my life but it all started with The Cars.
Hello all you boo-static masters of words, today’s blog comes from one of my favorite independant actors and human activist Dave Vescio. Influenced by Dave’s twitter account, I thought it would be fun to answer some of Dave’s most intriguing questions. But before diving into these questions, here’s a little background on how Dave’s rags to wealth story came to light influencing a generation.
WARNING: This post is of an opinion and based on personal experience. Sunny Larue is not a licensed physician or licensed therapist. The information used for this blog is on research basis only. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or self harm, dial 911 or local emergency operator or contact National Suicide Prevention Hotline at (800) 273-8255. NSPH services are open to the public 24/7. If you are struggling with mental illness, mental disorder or know someone who is struggling and need more information or assistance contact your local Church, Mental Health Clinic, local Hospital or Healthcare Provider.
Hello all you beautiful words commanders, this is typically how I start off my blogs but with this post I want to try a different approach. This blog will showcase five short stories. These stories are a reflection of a person’s fight for survival in a world of darkness of gray. The lines between reality aren’t blurred but the interception of one’s idea of what reality is. Like a series of freeways or highways that leads you back home. Feedback is always welcome but keep in mind this particular blog is intense. These stories are based upon real people who reads my blogs. All I ask is to be respectful.
Hello all you rockers of words, today blog is inspired by a conversation had by friends who shared different experiences of coming out. A very dear friend of mines a champion came out to me when we were twelve. I had no idea what “Gay” meant. I didn’t understand why he was trying to explain his feelings. I never looked at him differently because of that. “K” and I always have a love for two things BOYS and MOVIE QUOTES. I remember sitting in the bleachers at school during P.E. we would watch the boys and share in some interesting innocent sport-like banter. To this day he’s is one of my dearest friend who I will lay down my life for.
“Ouiser, I love you more than my luggage.”
Clairee Steel Magnolias 89′
Coming out in any capacity is difficult. It’s difficult to live in your truth under judgement. It takes a set of big brass balls to walk this path. Once out the world is a bigger place. Freedom to shed that old skin is refreshing.