*only you can decide which oddities are worth keeping or eliminating some most definitely are worth keeping- the ones that make you feel alive keep- the ones that make you feel ugly and insignificant -discard*
TIP FOR A SENSE OF EMPOWERMENT:
Bonjour tristesse, I leave you without a second glance.
6hours to go until a new dawn greets me with its fiery dance.
No amount of Moons ago, could I foresaw this trip to such a bodacious planet.
Lavender dreams interrupted by the need for a bubble bath to cleanse my soul,
enrich my palate.
How it leaves me in stark clarity,
other daisies grow wildly in meadows.
2 am cleanse off- eliminate others’ unwanted worries and troubles.
Herbal tea infusions – a meet up with friends who know about life’s true haggles.
Comments intended to cut to the core.
Manage to lick-up one salty tear
begging for more.
A soul is awoken when it faces all directions.
Never blind yet always courageous to evoke dear affections.
Common goals shared by trolls made by the same finger pointing corporation
Pity those who continue to live not a decade but over half a century in miserable devastation.
Hot water filling a tub – a sauna to enlight.
You are “divorced”, a drama queen, I only wanted a shag.
It tickled your delight to dangle carrots when I was newly married
you are most certifiably unbecoming the state of inner jihad.
I’m having fun acting in a workshop.
That accent is dreadful I can sign you up for
electrocution elocution lessons.
Don’t mind me having a gas- the whole purpose of improvisation is to get involved.
Don’t use me as a pawn for fear of being put under your harsh self-imposed scrutiny.
You are ugly.
the biggest topic under dissection in a house full of self-confessed millionaires.
All those beatings, and Sangria holiday hangovers yet,
still, no permanent fix for happiness to last longer than a child’s joy at the penultimate of funfairs.
Three perfect lessons in all that is wrong not with me, but with others,
who can’t equate strength alongside vulnerability.
How can it be true that the two run side by side like rivers?
merging into one ocean of clear waters.
Confucianism arise in accountability.
No one can possess opposing characteristics!
She does not conform to why we hate her
so, now we must turn up the gas lighter
justify our vexes and vehemence to assure we are credible witnesses, to attest, this Red lettered calamity remains hidden,
In dead carcasses.
we shall honor you and remain her loyal Foe.
A few written words, at an ungodly hour.
I’ve never been one to conform to another with power.
Time is up, my bath tub is run.
Imagine it freestanding.
careless in an era where it is encouraged to be eccentrically unique. cartwheeling in a quest to not only live and work hard,
remember to have fun.
*inspired by toxic people.
Daisy, how can you just assume it’s other people who are toxic and not you?
Well, I say it takes one to know one.
I know how to be toxic, I’ve been toxic and I know how it feels to live away from toxic vibes and people. *
‘When you die,it will not be because you are sick, but because you were alive’ – Seneca (c.4BCE 46BCE-6FCE.)
I’ve mentioned in a couple of posts recently about my plan to get my spark back. My passion for life and my passion for being mentally well.
Life is a funny thing. I’ve been ‘umming and ‘aahing’ about my life and how little I have accomplished.
VERY POOR ME, POOR ME, POUR ME ANOTHER DRINK- but I am not drinking at the moment due to my wedding 😀 but you get the message.
I see everyone doing their thing and they all seem happy and got their shit together.
Have you ever met someone? and you think ‘I’m kind of excited how big a part this person may be in my future?
I met this guy at a volunteer get together just over the month ago. This charismatic character introduced himself – all dreadlocks. An open face -a smile that reached up to the crinkles if his eyes. Someone I saw and thought:
He has his shit together. He told me about his experiences with volunteering with Health minds.
Early last month, I received a FB email one night from this dude and he told me he reads my blog he found it was inspiring. I was touched to my very core. It was just the boost I needed .
I was going through one of my cartoon storm clouds, thundering and lightening following me everywhere I went. We became FB friends and had a few conversations about how excited were had a place on the upcoming 4 days’ facilitating group’ training.
I was looking forward to being able to get the chance to work with someone not afraid to role play or laugh and bring a vibrant energy to the training.
A few weeks have passed, as time does, I’ve been doing my thing.
The doctors made complete balls up with my medication on Friday. They forgot to inform my pharmacy that there was a new script waiting to be collected with my medication change.
So, Pharmacy had not script. My partner and I spent hours ringing 111 ( which is a bit like 999) but they tend to go through a series of questions to gauge if A&E is necessary. A highly underrated and overlooked medical care service in the U.K.
They were fucking brilliant.
My local pharmacy stayed open until 11 pm to get a fax /phone call from an emergency out of hours doctor to sort out a script for the weekend to tide me over until next week.
Same day before I knew of the epic cock up with my medication. I came across a new innovative mental health on line community #SickNotWeak.
I sent them a message and explained about my blog and experiences with my own mental health. I was blown away by the responding email I found in my in-box on Saturday morning.
He made me feel like I was some kind of super hero ( my thoughts wouldn’t allow me to accept the power within me. They suggested I still needed props)
I’ve been welcomed into this community. I’m officially going to be starting moderator training soon to help people struggling with Mental health and life with a chat on-line support system . He has also expressed his interest in me writing for TELL YOUR STORY CHRONICLES
Of course, I am over- whelmed- in a good way. My path keeps getting brighter and brighter.
I woke up yesterday like I had had a collision with a heavy duty truck and survived with severe brain damage. This was with all connected with the stress of the medication balls up caused me. I read #SicknotWeak’s reply message (heartfelt, personal) , a lot of time went into writing it. I read this message and those negativity thoughts beamed around my mind with precision like lazors
I can’t do public speaking . I am shit and rubbish..I can’t do doing the anti stigma workshop with homestart on Monday.
How the hell can me?-who has so many ups and downs be able to help facilitate groups and provide a supportive role for people who are struggling, to feel safe to talk and just be in group .
I thought I had lot every last spark in me. didn’t think have it it me to go through the facilitating group, until
I logged into my FB account. A lady I do not know messaged me and asked my if I had spoken with the volunteer dude recently. I was a bit wary so being me being my usual blunt self, I asked her what she wanted.
What she wanted were answers. It was his aunt who got in contact with me. His mother is looking for answers. He passed away date.
Epiphany moment- laced with bitter sweetness.
I got thinking.
if this dude – if he knew there was a place he could access on line and vent, may be he would still alive today.
The anti stigma workshop I am helping with on Monday is to re reinforce the message that their organisation – the volunteers and staff are usually the first point of contact for vulnerable families. Their role is not ‘just’ a volunteer . They can be the one determining factor that can help a family get help from the community. Be it practical support or sign posting families to agencies that can help them, or to having the heavy duty local authority/social services getting involved.
All the training I have done and will be doing ,is one step closer to helping me be a part of co- producing and co-facilitating a support group for people with eating disorders. – possibly even on-line.
Sometimes, it takes a tragedy of another to put into a brighter perspective.
I have my mental health and I have goals and purpose and skills.
I can use them.
I haven’t fallen so low I can’t pick myself back up.
It’s a funny thing is fate,
I believe we create our life experiences, I also think whatever path you choose, signs to lead you further down that path start to pop up-
a bit like in ‘Alice adventures in wonderland’.
THE CHESHIRE CAT
TWEEDLE DEE AND TWEEDLE DUM
THE SINGING FLOWER
THE MAD HATTER
It might not make sense what these pop up signs and messages mean at the time but if their is a pull or an intuitive feeling that gets your gut instinct rumbling, this is usually a sign there is something worth pursuing . It is up to us to make the wisest choics
Not easy but possible.
Please, can I ask people to light a candle for one’s who we have lost to illness here is a link.
I have my spark back, my passion. I know what I need to do and want to do and it al makes sense why I am doing all these things and meeting all these organisations and pushing myself to reach out .
Rest in Peace
Have a great Sunday
It’s date night in the Willow household. child free zone! 😀