Writing prompt -Scars
One scar I have is huge – it almost wraps all the way around my upper wrist -it is 2-3 cm wide. Indented, It reminds me of a dried upriver.
Before I continue…
Domestic abuse & Toxic relationships
Rape -NO means NO.
I’m going to state the obvious here.
Domestic violence is a relationship fucks about with your mental health, whether you love the person or not.
Toxic relationships have usually tipped me over into using shitty coping mechanisms like drinking too much, taking drugs, overdosing and not managing my medication or my eating disorder and Bipolar.
So back to the blood river scar.
One night- no
Another night of heavy drinking and arguing, I found me in a house -not mine- that looked like a slaughterhouse. all dirty browns. There was a rusty scent of blood impossible to ignore.
Every time I inhaled, the scent would drip down the back of my throat like a tap -I could taste it too.
I had mixed copious amounts of alcohol with my medication and all I remember is trying to push my ex away with my left hand ( I am left-handed), he grabbed my arm and I struggled back.
a massive shard of re-enforced window glass- barbered- poking out of my right arm.
the back of my exes legs and back running up the stairs.
WHERE IS THE ORANGE JUICE?
WHERE IS THE GLASS?
WHERE IS MY EX?
An arm coated thick with blood. I wear it like an accessory
Blood makes noise.
I hear screaming.
Ex reappears and tries to grab me.
I try to run away.
I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.
Why is my ex naked?
In the middle of the street?
Rolling on the floor with me- trying to muffle my screams with his hand. Trying to stop me from running away...
MIND FUCKERY at its best.
“Look what you have done…” ex says.
6 hours later – location: hospital.
The doctor asks to speak with me in private. My ex doesn’t want to leave my side.
I don’t say anything. quack quack! quack quack! quack quack! the word on a loop…
“What happened?” he wants to know.
“We don’t know. We were drinking. I can’t remember. It was an accident.” my ex speaks for us.
My head bows down,it almost appears as if I am nodding. I can’t quite remember.
What I do remember feels like I have made it up, it is so detached from my mind and emotions. It is about as close to me as Pluto or Saturn.
3 days in hospital my ex never left my side.
Not even to go home to wash or brush his teeth.
I wasn’t alone- my mother was with us too.
I was high on morphine for the pain.
Why didn’t they operate sooner?
Did they want to monitor me?
three days later… I’m being wheeled on the hospital bed- away from the stale, coughing ward…
“countback with me from 10,” says the anaesthetist.
“ 10 , 9 ,8 ……“
“1”. my eyes burst open. I gasp a breath. It is like I’ve been living in a homemade sac filled with half shallow water and half air.
I look down at the artwork the surgeon has done.
No more blood.
re-stuffed re-patched, recovered,
by a micro surgical hand.
Back to the carnival freak show.
I enter his home – a massacre.
Dry blood everywhere.
If only it could serve as a reminder of what actually happened that night.
“I don’t remember” the ex says.
How can he and I not know?
Every time I look at my scar I am reminded of the chaos that was my life for 4 years.
This scar says –
This scar reminds me to NEVER be silent in the name of so-called love or a sense of loyalty to one who claimed to love me so much he would do anything to keep me.
When I left him, I did not take his threats seriously.
What he did next gave serious competition with the scar I see.
That everyone can see.
Toxic relationships result in a severe loss – sometimes that means your life.
Think carefully about what and who your life may include.
I was reborn again on the 06/05/2015.
The day the court ordered social services out of my life.
The day that my ex turned his back on me, is the day I realised I had been holding my breath for years.
I had forgotten how to breathe. I might have been dead- a wanderer.
06/05/2015 -I remembered not only how to breathe again but why.
Life -not just my own but that who is of me.
Life is precious
Life is my responsibility
OTHER WORDLY .
Unfathomable to relate how a portrait of an unaffected cherub
a forgotten dimension to
the paradigm LONER.
PENSIVE – angelic eyes
unfreeze momentarily — expressions animate the oil painted canvass.
Voice barely audible -mouths out to me
who is this new persona?
bBlood of my labour sworn to tell the gospal TRUTH.
Astonished -wrinkles crease — at time ‘s wilfulness to penetrate her innocence—
She’s not looking back at her youth.
The cycle continues-
Elders blame the outsider for a lack of faith in conventional —Spirituality.
ELDER peers down through a intoxicating incensed haze.
Measures me up.
squares me up.
On humble grounds
I stand a full head above her broad shoulders.
Closer to her divine maker
pious prayers hail down
the blame game
the name game.
Torured soul seeker
Scarpers for the licks of hell’s flames.
trips over underwood
poltergeists log a strategic placed guilt ambush
rotting the core of this circle of life’s CONTINUITY.
time will decide whether we are cosmic twins born 3 decades APART.
this is her descent to destiny .
roughly sketched into this world-
pallid , charcoal smudged into silence.
An artist confronted with his frailty to conceive life.
Mourns the leftover clots of a being.
Miscariage – remnants of nurture -a mere puddle of blood outlining his corrosive flaw.
A splattering of colours, tears stained by remorse.
a howl of def toned melancholy
The artist sips a cup of penny total tea.
A sighed relief-
she has -AWAKENED.
ALONE – – is she fated too?
-The rebels never conforms
Stricken by the awareness of my own
INQUISITIVE betrayed by her translucence
frown rouges her cheeks in introspection.
familiar strange words
Alienation effect prompts a impulsive turn around
damning this loner to truly see.
An epiphany of divine INSIGHT
UNDER or OVER ACHIEVER perfection adorned with feathers of liberty –
don’t try please anyone!
A storm intervenes obscuring the BIGGER PICTURE-
Save that energy
is a gift and
It’s your greatest fight.
RESPONSIBLE for so much — tempted by earths seasonal affective disorder
why does she have to be mortal?
Wings hook into shoulder blades
Reduced to a puppet attached by silver linings.
Eyes strain ,blood shot.
Wind exhales mustard peppered vapours
orchestrating sight to follow a new PERSPECTIVE.
WISDOM revealed by the crooked halo’d questions
shimmers her every inflection.
the yearn of experience — to keep heavens babe toothless , unaware of the survival evolution taking place
TENACIOUS – I overlook her every smile
stitched up my heart
the scape goat
until a moment forces me to find a burial ground
Unwillingly close my eyes –
the universe screeches –velocity erases all time.
Formless parts full up spaces amongst the dirt.
await for these settlers to wipe all memory from this life.
Old souls never alone for eternity.
We have one another to rise above our hurt.
knowledge is power, wisdom is happiness and truth is freedom
“I fuck up all the time. I also make sure I get my shit together and fight for what I want and who I want in my life. I can’t fight for the ones who give up on me but I can only wish them the very best “
Apologies for not reading as many Blogs as usual. I have read as many as my mind can take in. It’s been pretty rough for me lately.
All very “woe is me” and it has got boring!
but it is a new -ish day!
I needed too get something optimistic out into the Blogo sphere
My tuition loan for my MA in Creative writing has come through- waiting on one more loan to come through.
I don’t take no for an answer!
Then 2 years from now I will do a mini PHD top up and go and rule my world!
Oh and in other great News,
I’ve been officially approved on the WRAP training facilitator course in September. If you don’t know about it yet. You will do. I will merge my own personal WRAP PLAN and journey with my new role of holding the space for others to have courage and believe in themselves and feel safe to go on their own journey .
I’m not a teacher, merely a person who has a chance to offer support.
Volunteering with charities in Mental Health is the best thing I started doing with my life.
They know I have been ill , may even get ill again. The point is, if I don’t put myself out there I will not have a chance to seize any opportunities.
Volunteering gives me drive, Keeps me focused, empowers me to do my best in life and if I manage to help a few people out on the way then what more can I ask for?
Oh and here is how I was able to get on this course. Scroll down to check out my PLEA to get on this training.
Just hit scroll if you don’t want to hear me go on for oh 5 minutes on my video cam… 😀
This is my career. I take it seriously.
If you want to listen to me waffle about how I felt about WRAP way back in December 2015 – feel free. 5 minutes of me talking!
Oh the excitement! 😉
Oh and if you don’t want to know about WRAP.
Ha ha! I’m not.
My WRAP page needs updating but if you want to know what Daisy get’s like when she is passionate and determined CLICK HERE.
Never thought that me filming myself nearly a year ago would lead me to this.
I, Daisy Willows,agree to abide by the WRAP ethics and values.
*PLEASE ANSWER THESE FOUR QUESTIONS TO CONFIRM YOUR PLACE ON THE TRAINING*
ABOUT MY WRAP EXPERIENCES AND HOW I USE WRAP IN MY LIFE
When I was given the opportunity to be a part of WRAP, I didn’t know how much it was going to impact on my life and the lives of others.
I was and am by nature sceptical. I have relied on medication and psychotherapy and in patient treatment as a way of managing my mental health for most of my life.
WRAP was a three-month period where I began to realise that I could have more of a say in how I want to be treated and how I could cope differently.
I learnt so much. I now have so many different ways of coping and I find that when my mental health does dips, I do get back to being in a better mind state more quickly because of some of the techniques I have learned and adopted.
I believe WRAP is personal and unique to everyone who participates. I don’t think I took away the same thing as any one of my peers.
It was an opportunity to discover more about myself. How I can help myself.
I learned to work as a team. I felt safe and I didn’t feel judged.
3.MY REASONS FOR WANTING TO BECOME A WRAP FACILLATOR
WRAP has given me the confidence and skills to live a life I want to live. I want to be able to share that with others
I am able to take every aspect of what is covered in WRAP and either use it myself or pass on what I have learnt to others who may need advice.
I believe WRAP is the way forward with the CPA. I have given a plan over to my professionals who support me about my wants and what I don’t want to happen if I go into a crisis again.
I have alternative ways of coping with my wellness toolbox. I also have a post crisis plan to let people know when I am getting better and I can start taking more responsibility for what I can’t when I have been unwell.
WRAP is truly the best gift I ever received.
Is there anything bad to say about WRAP?
Well I suppose an open mind helps.
It requires commitment to wanting to improve my life and consistency.
4.WHAT I WISH TO DO WITH MY WRAP QUALIFICATION
Spread the word. Let people know there is another way to manage Life in many different ways. I want be a Wrapper. Use my qualification to just offer support. I am no teacher but I can give my time and my energy and my listening skills. I am enthusiastic and passionate about WRAP. I believe I will be a great asset to getting this programme and alternative way of living out into our community. I use WRAP every day, even when I am not even aware it.
We all have to start somewhere to get to somewhere else right?
A year of volunteering and training done so far and all of the effort has been 100% worth it.
So, today I am very proud to say I successfully helped to put together a Mental health awareness workshop and co -facilitate it.
I felt so at home. I felt the most comfortable I have ever been. I’ve helped out with a few workshops before but this was like my mini baby step to doing something I didn’t think I could do.
‘Be your greatest cheerleader – nobody else is likely too.’
Upon reflection I realised we still have a long way to go to reduce and breakdown Stigma against Mental health issues in our community and society.
I stick by my rule of always being authentic. I have nothing to hide. The more I shared, the more I felt I connected with other people.
People opened up and it was awesome to observe this.
We all have mental health and I discovered a lot of people have similar issues. We deal with them in different ways and some can have more extreme ways of coping than others or vice versa.
I’m on a roll here . ha ha
I know what you are thinking. Just let me have this moment? Please!
United, we can break down the stigma attached to mental health and address the issue properly.
We all have a mind and a body -so no one- unless a person defines themselves as an actual (not metaphorical) robot- is susceptible to having Positive mental health and Negative mental health over the course of a life time.
Why do we feel ashamed to be labelled? We quite happily wear labels like Prada , Gucci, Matalan , doctor , chef , cleaner, politician ?
I don’t have any shame in what I have done or what I have been through. I have so much respect for the people I meet here and in the real world.
I am truly on a mission.
Perfection is unattainable!
We need to leave that with the Romans.
Look to the future .
Even better pause and take time to enjoy the moment. Look around you and be happy with what you have.
Don’t read beauty magazines or buy into the celeb media market.
Pick up a book and expand your mind. Take pictures. Paint, draw, act. Get creative.
I have recently found out that a lot of people Photoshop ( I mean really Photoshop) their social media images.
No wonder I don’t recognise people when I am out and about in the big wide world.
I am kind of joking . 😀
I do day dream when I am out and about.
I always have a million things going on in my head.
Not everyone does this Photoshop thing but to know that people do, just made my jaw drop.
So I am going to stick with being real. It seems to be working.
I can smile at strangers in the street and they smile back.
We are all human.
We need food, exercise ,sleep, a toilet……. Can you see where I am going with this?
That’s it for now.
I did it.
We did it.
Totally motivated and ready to break down stigma.
My mantra is:
‘I am successful at whatever I do.’
no matter if that means getting out of bed or getting my degree.