Daisy -the Dissident
The song I’m sharing today is by New Zealand’s very own Bjork-Kimbra. & a blogging associate turned me on to her.
This is #goatbahs for today because it makes my heart soar & I feel a great adrenaline kick from it.
Mother Nature does discriminate. Why?
Yesterday, I found out a badger is loose in our garden. I think it’s looking for a place to nest. I decided to google ‘how to get rid of a badger’. The number one solution is:
Human male urine.
Yes, or a hot Scottish bonnet or 8th on the list is Lion’s wee. Even if I was still living in South Africa that would be hard to get.
What do single woman/parents do if they are being “urbanised” by a pregnant badger?
Just a thought.
My passion has always been for causes that fight oppression in its many guises. Poverty, discrimination from Mental Health to Homelessness & inequality, clique groups, media censorship.
This is a huge problem globally, including places like Nigeria. It’s devastating to know what is happening in Nigeria. Check the United Nations website out.
If we want to be seen as cultured or considered cultured, we should strive to educate ourselves. This is what I try to do for myself.
We are so quick to judge people by what country they come from.
There are a lot of folks who I’ve realised do scam you ( if you let them). We all need an income, right?
It’s about ethics, inherent morals we are born with and choosing who you decide to associate with.
This is why I am honoured to call myself
Daisy-the Dissident Goat.
Connect (with people)
Create ( with people or on your own)
It’s a learning process. We learn & re-learn every day in our lives.
I’ve experienced (and still do experience) prejudice & stigma.
I was mentally and physically in a terrible place for 2 years.
And (now) I’m “woke”.
I almost lost myself, my family and self-respect to scum of society. I allowed myself to be taken for a ride by people who disgust me. Drug dealers
Losers with a driver’s licences/bullies & I’ve told them what I think. I’ve also told them I’m not afraid of them either.
Make of that what you will.
Love is a two-way street…
So is business.
I have realised by using my wellness recovery tools that self-medicating and making plans to end my life was because I felt so little worth about myself & I thought people ( even wannabe kingpin drug dealers have feelings) had the same integrity & values that I do.
Or, at the very least if a person compromises their values then tries to consolidate the problem.
I’m back in place where I see my worth again. I see where my energy, time & money is better used.
I’m not a girl for NA or that kind of set up. I have my family, friends & support around me.
I’m going to get back into volunteering again.
I’m grateful for Hope Street Calderdale recovery college for seeing the potential in me & giving me the chance to do my own 12-week WRAP (2015)& then fund for a 5-day course to co-facilitate WRAP (promo video link) to give other people as many different tools to navigate and deal with life ups & downs (so to speak).
I still intend to use my skills when I’m well and unwell to helping other people.
I’ve bonded more with my daughter properly for the first time. I feel focused again. I feel happy when I’m not making myself ill.
I already have diagnosed ‘illnesses-Chronic Anorexia & Bipolar.’ I have the responsibility to make sure I don’t fall back & do serious damage to myself (in the future) that I cannot undo.
I’m never going to be perfect & that is where I always go wrong. I aim for perfection when there is no such thing.
Even Mother Nature is flawed in all her complexity & beauty.
If you’ve read this far…
Thank you for indulging me.