I can’t get none.
‘You are strong.’
Vexed, pathetic. infallible diatribe.
Ghoulish enterprise.. hiding my true desire.
This is the big moment – I bare my scant soul.
The thoughts that I hide away from all those I seek to protect from a scalding.
Never did I ever want this blog or these posts to come from an abyss of such desperation,such hopelessness, from a place of I want to let go.
I haven’t got the courage to do it yet. I really am not feeling this life flow.
Put me in a hospital and I might as well be the living dead – what is the difference if you visit me in a bed or room or a graveyard ?
It’s not all my head. I can’t just say to myself
” hey, I’ll be back in two minutes.”
I can’t step out of my mind or body for a break from my twisted doused thoughts and emotions. That rise and scratch around me like I am perishing in the desert. the fittest caught a whiff that someone was ready to let go.
Dare I even cower? Try and protect myself from the sharp beaks, the canine teeth.
Is it going to feel any worse than what is going in in my own body and mind?
I can’t hide.
I have yet to decide on a method.
I’m not going back to my vices.
I haven’t built up the courage yet to actually form a plan to hang myself.
I can’t get a gun and I literally don’t have the balls to blow my head in.
I thought about looking up a drug dealer . Researching how much heroin I need to inject to kill myself. I’ve never done heroin.
Maybe it would work.
If I had leukemia and asked you to help me end it all now – would you collude with me? Take out your swiss army knife, sharpen it and slit my throat – leave me grinning like a Cheshire cat,from ear to ear?
Whiskers -beaten eggs – stuffed devil eggs. Paprika -food .
Mood and food – you have to get the balance right – or else .. well, you may end up like me. tee hee!
Gaga? Maybe I was born this way, environment, on medication from a young age, drugs, I don’t know, I’m tired of labels.
I’m sick of myself. I make myself sick – I am a heretic.
what kind of mother am I?
I’m not meant for this world.
I never have been.
Summon up some courage woman!
Don’t stomp the pity cry – just do it!
Stop drawing it out like I’m drawing on a hookah and curling out long spirals of smoke.
Satisfaction- this stone sure ain’t rolling . I can’t get none of that.
I’m writing scripts. I’ve got my ideas down .
Is it actually all going down.
I’m aware of my physical body. I eat and I loathe – god I wish I drove.
A hot stove – delirious – the crumpets , they trumpet.
Who fries crumpets?
A sandwich short of a picnic.
Doolally .Define that in a way that it makes me feel less of a crazed , social outcast, a whore at the end of the line on Brand alley.
Losing the plot. Did she have one, to begin with ?
People are fighting Cancer and working a nine to five job at the same time.
She parades around mouthing off all she is doing. She’s not lying. She is lying down now because she took on too much .
what is too much ?
Comparisons are they good enough?
We are told not to compare ourselves to others but I can only sense that what I define as success is something that I am yet to even address – I must confess. aw, bless !
I hate it people say that to me.
“Aww bless ya .”
Demeaning, scheming. Raging against societies screaming fan club, teething.
Don’t make me be like you. I don’t want to. I want me back . I want my sense of self and my peace of mind.
I stumbled back a thousand miles — all down hill – Throw me a boulder so I can carry on running up the hill and then lose it at the top – groundhog day. Greek myth .
Sift . Sifting.
Plans of my own suicide- well thoughts — who’s on board ?
Shaking my head at what I profess to do or want.
Man up . woman up .
I don’t know if I know how to anymore.
I lost the Swedish translated directions. Granted they were confusing to assemble, to begin with . I’ve lost the paper.
Now I just type and think…… Surrender.
Hyde ? you can’t expect me to just roll over and give up and deny my true hearts side.
Nonsense – sprayed about in bad fashion like a novice graffiti artist – Nobody or indeed somebody would want that tag on their C.V. guide.
By being an open book ,in my ques,t to reduce the stigma against mental health .I think I have made myself wholly vulnerable and people seem to admire me from afar – I’ve set some kind of bar.
Maybe my own prison . 😀
What a star ! As long as I am unreachable – then people don’t have to converse with me.
Self-pity – feeling pretty shitty. if this makes the publish line. I dunno ,man ……
You may just find me in the Cape, working the vineyards, squeezing grapes to make into wine.
Connoisseur tasting – chicken basting.
Stuffing , innards- That is what I look inside. No, it ain’t tasty -far from it .
Thoughts can get loud. I don’t hear them – it might be fun if I actually did hear them.
I hope I’d get a few characters or a caricature with infectious accents, just so I could copy them or mock them or do both.
Entertainment . Call me a cheap thrill seeker.
Laughter. You got.me. Bottle it up and I’m anybody’s.
“Sell yourself short , you do , do you know that?”
That why I stopped smoking cigs. Stunted my growth – vaping is far better. I’ve brought into the latest tobacco industry goldmine.
Money never has a lasting effect on my happiness. I swear I can go and buy 1000’s of items and I won’t bother to look at them.
What about them wellness tools, you know the WRAP and all that?
Well, thing is .. I think I am further down the line. Early warning signs alert .
If I confess – I’m possibly standing in the crisis line -clinging on to freedom – an abstract notion.
My albatross – my greatest loss.
Get it out. Get it out. Get it out.
Talk, type, distract yourself. Do some mindfulness – yeah cos it is working – can’t you tell ?
I am the epitome of the fully functioning member of society.
We all have our shit, don’t we?
I know exactly how lucky I am – still, my mind is rather damned.
Accosted , snow frost, molested then for obvious reasons detested.
I don’t know what to type anymore. Do I upload what I started doing for my MA?
I got ideas , I’m not stupid. I wish I was. It would make this easier .
Do I want to die?
All these emotions and self-pity make me angry and I can’t even cry.
like sob – real sloppy bucketfuls – enough for Bozo the clown to dive into and get his big flapping feet wet.
That’s one hell of a debt I’m signing up to.
Opt in , opt out.
Peer support – one to one scout -doubt -shout – rhyming until I am caught out.
Bramble bushes – poison ivy.
Shiver a bit for the decline of her Daisy willows liberty.
Are words just that?
My mind is in a long tall hat. Mercury poisoned – Boomed off to wonderland.
I don’t want to go there. It’s not cool , fun or even fair.
Merry go round – a wee bit of sherry for anyone who is still around?
I’m the beaker of light. I am the one who makes everyone feel better.
IMAGINE what you all must think to receive this as a letter?
Just one of those days when my fears caught up with me -,overwhelmed me, jabbed sticks at me – tell me I can’t .
I’m a Mexican, not a mexi-can’t.
if I can actually bring a daft, cliched, joke into this post then surely I have got it made and just got laid ( don’t judge me or do)
or if indeed I have made my bed and now need to lie in it.
1359 words count.
Who has time read this?
I’m going to end this with a quote from my daughter.
“Mom , Mom – guess what ? I swallowed a carrot”
Fucking brilliant. My child is eating her veg.
Eh, whats up doc? I’m starting to feel a bit more hopeful – She keeps me dangling.
*inspired by fear,emotions, comparing myself to others successes, my MA , my new job, life*
Posted on Sep 27, 2016, in MENTAL HEALTH, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Eating Disorders, Emotions, Life, mental health awareness, Stream of consciousness, suicide awareness. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.