Something sad happened. My bowl broke. It was almost my age. A piece of my life is gone. I used it every morning. Cannot be repaired. It wasn’t an object of any value. It may have been worth nothing. But nobody can price sentimental value. It is often discarded Even though it is crucial. Only … Continue reading Poem; Broken Bowl.
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With all the illnesses in the world to pick from I had to get mental illness. I had to get the only kind of illness that condemns you and destroys you for having it. If mental illness does not kill you on its own the stigma related to its name will eventually destroy you.
I am hurt and deeply saddened today for many reasons but one of them is because my own mother has been slowly killing me for twenty-five years because of stigma. My entire life my mother only loved me if I was good and perfect. There was no unconditional love and if she had it she did not know how to show it.
When I was diagnosed with mental illness twenty five years ago that was the day my mother’s daughter died. I was dead in her eyes. She never saw me the same again. I saw…
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Despite the fact that I do not feel good, I will attempt to write my daily post. I promised myself to write at least one poem and one post per day. Right now I’d rather be in bed covered up with my comforter instead of sitting in front of my computer. I have to set … Continue reading Managed to contain it.
Scents are like music They have the same faculty They can remind you of an event or somebody. We seldom mention scents. It is a shame as they occur regularly. They don’t have any less value than music, They can both be important triggers. Try to pay attention You’ll see! Peace and serenity Lawrence … Continue reading Poem; Scent
Yesterday, was my visit with to the psychiatrist. I was looking forward to this meeting as I had high expectations. I was hoping to be able to change my treatment and to end this strategy to keep me slightly depressed to avoid potential damaging hypomanic phases. This is killing me slowly as I find myself … Continue reading Trip to the psychiatrist.
Music is vital. Without it, Everything else becomes trivial. It is humanity’s saving grace, isn’t it? Could I live without it? Not at all, it would kill my spirit. Peace and serenity Lawrence Copyright © May 2018
How are we going to do it? I wanted to elaborate a bit deeper on the total absence of any mental health representation at the Walk The Talk event organized by the WHO last Sunday. Other handicaps were represented, mainly physical ones but not us. It has been on my mind since Sunday and left … Continue reading Even there, we don’t matter.
The past cannot be undone Nothing there can change it The present is where things can be done. You can do it Shape your future, it can be done. I dare you to do it. Peace and serenity Lawrence
“You can do it” she whispered The nurse had a soothing voice She meant well and was good hearted There was no way I could do it The pain was too strong For too long Forbid me for my action But I need to end this misery Sorry, but I can’t do it. Peace and … Continue reading Let it bleed challenge; week 19 “You can do it” she whispered
Happiness, what is it? Is it to be free? Is it to be rich? Is it to marry? Not sleeping in a ditch? The list can go on, can’t it? Is it merely a state of mind? As some are always happy. And others always grumpy. Know your state of mind! You decide. Is it … Continue reading Poem; Happiness.