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*Inspired by daily human observation* 

Citizens arrest a seizure

exploding out of her chest

Detest the demise of optimism- look aT that crumpled face

bereft.

Raging carnival trying to stay straight

‘Nature welcomes me’

Though not blinded by an attempt on her savage drinking spree.

Moments owned  in contemplation

Detest she caught a Jack Wills scent  immersed is  his idealised rave nation.

How many  t – issues to imbibe.

Called her his inbred so he could remain high

Sensational arrest

No mirror to attest to the beauty she finds.

searched google maps for Scalifax’s finest hearth.

Should she lay down to rest?

Wait for a sudden epiphany?

Her mind can’t take twocker  ignition games from kids still wet behind the ears,

straggling their momma’s rancid pyjamas

Searching for a place to settle in between her knees.

Scrumpy Jack persona

she assumes

Is she really a cut above the estate who try to convince her they have answers to all the clues?

She’s not like them.

This species are not her brethren.

English cider tasters of blood from a irrefutable provider

Knock heads against tombstones and concrete walls.

Green-eyed,Winkie  slept behind a grill gate to keep out the flybys.

Vulnerable heart -veil lifted from day one.

Chinese whispers of some busy blasted scum

Common decency leaves the palm of her hand -slaps a face hard – its body turns

enthralled at the chance to appear overly occupied.

Enjoy chillled !at 6 percent 

Bad move to guide to her to her own whereabouts

She paid for her own calm connotation.

Guideline on  how to  avoid walking  into a web of sin

Tanned face betrays  that her heart hasn’t felt  akin.

There’s nothing of substance behind the beer goggled eyes.

Monotone life

get up

get dressed,

smoke a roll up

take a sip of the brew that simulates a disguise of content.

She’s not one to say she’s any better than these numbed, train fare skivers

Fun when a teenager…..

Numbers on the  increase –

She thinks they should at least have figured out how to suit up and boot up

Yes, use your all your  ties.

Bound up in this place of besmirching death

Positive energy sniffing up the vibes

conflicted as the amish addicted to meth

Red ant crawling up her thigh

more focused than most humans she has the pleasure to relate to

One mighty jump off this stony  hearth would not be

how she would want end her life

not nigh.

Sun in her heart

Moon never far to seduce her into a twisted cadence with

legs defiantly apart.

‘The settle’ calls her home –  shrieks filled with the ego of the Saint Lies -a Spinne.

What business has she pollinating with  the  bees?

It’s her playground too.

She won’t  let the bastards inject their humdrum existence –

unleash their quiet, unpalatable disease.

Point fingers at an indecipherable colour or sound

The ku klux clan live but one gate from the smack head who sleeps with the blood hound.

Remove these walls ineffectively

Family values, Adams apple samples the hit of threes company too

Humour her, she never  preached to know every pelvic beat.

Extend a hand

Forget not

that one gaze will settle reflectively

Don’t make another feel uneasy

Solely because it’s you who feels Queasy.

Smirking at them playing it cool

Do they think she is a brassic , court  jester fool?

Indulge  them she does.

but only because she knows the truth

They live a life that’s  ambiguously impenetrable.

The difference between the simple life and herself ?

Empathy.

Compassion.

An open mind.

Sentiments branded on her – costs three lifetimes in wages to wear her kind of fashion.

Attempts at making her feel she is wrong and potentially illiterate.

It’s beyond a joke – she plays naive – she knows  they are a hoax

She treads through a land full of tossers

Pity not more of them get fired off into a land of terrorist moshers.

Feelings misgiven

This drink was an attempt at a pitch

It’s not her style.

impetigo limper

brewed up to tease pacman eating jack and jills in a ditch .

Irate she  saw integrity  in one other smothered core.

Ineffectual – yapping up intoxicated mummies three day old pyjamas.

Think it’s an accomplishment to shove her mistrials in front of her face?

How many more fuck you’s  and put up’s must to deal with?

Momma doesn’t need their  drama’s?

The issue with people who stick together in stitches

is that without an audience -without a chase

they will dangle that carrot

especially when their  life is on the down

squinting them  into the glitch.

They need her kind more than her kind needs theirs .

Empty out  the contents of a full can of scrumpy poison

One factor in blurring all boundaries.

Is it fair to intoxicate nature with man -made hootch?

She’s repulsed – she sees them all  their stark naked  form

such is her clarity

who to label as a warning ‘ there goes another douche’ ? 

ethics, medics, system of values- it’s an appeal to their humanity.

Need to get out

Get out of this space

She can see she’s playing into this heinous fate.

She makes her rules

She breaks the rules

only because she knows them so  well- lets state she knows how to present the look of

I’m off my face 

Temptation heel to her command

She regrets inaction of  strength she  usually ordains

only this time she lacks

Fuck it , she is done with the cloud of visual  mace

She’ll get hammered at a location ,

on her request,

digest

satiate

Can she have a mirror?

Third eye awaken to  the true head case.

Photocredit Francessa woodman

 

 

 

Extra Extra- Tories mirror chicken

*photo credit Francesca Woodman*

the pen is indeed  mightier than the sword- The weak will draw blood first. 

Daisy Willows

Shame on who ?

Me?

for having an opinion,

a view

Of the outrageous Manchester bombings.

Killing off innocent lives of younger generations.

Who truly wants to show who has global  dominion?

Silent politician  — the most deadliest opposition.

Spin a Democide on the innocents who make up the majority of our citizenship.

Deplorable act.

Corbyn speaks for young hearts with his  Robin Hood mannerisms.

Noble enough to plant a feather in his cap.

The conservatives  make a come back with  hyper  sensationalist  plan-

What a way to react.

Theres a difference between responding to the people

and scaremongering those into a statement of hatred against immigrants

Western Tempers raised to look to the East for another insane bomber converted by the Quran.

A classic destabiliser move  to keep the people less equal.

Social media doing her rounds — vicious terrorists — chuck the unorthodox  bastards out.

Who funds the organised crime unit?

Who knocks another nail into societies faction,

sense of community to sustain a world clouded in doubt?

The injustice of this hypocrisy makes me want to fall to my knees.

Please,  open your eyes-look ,

see

The bigger picture is not to look to a country living in a refugee crisis— riding it rough trying to traverse to safe shores on the tremulous seas.

No person in their right mind want’s to leave their own home.

What would you do to protect your family when you are staring at all your belongings obliterated into another political stitch?

Woven into the conditioned mind-fabricated lies — bursts of walmarts own clothes wash-Iron fist scented smokescreen.

A white wash to cover up the Theresa May in a niquab to bypass border control — look to true snitch.

Jumping from a sinking ship.

Is it not  to enough to destabilise the economy?

Divide the minds of the people  to instil a state of dichotomy.

Don’t buy into this cycle

Don’t let  the  Imperialists continue this barbaric  rule.

Capitalise on the vulnerable  they choose to keep less insightful.

Fundamentalist terror is home grown.

18-25 year olds orgasmic  omnipotence   can  save the united kingdom.

not just this is England , with  welsh sheep murmurs whispered across clouds seemingly made out of foam

Venerable private pensioners ,I respect your views

Wake up from this nightmare.

 Giving up your unneeded winter fuel tax allowance isn’t helping to secure a strong future our children.

Let sinners repent . Let justice and humanity  reign.

Have mercy  on those who live in the world we  are yet to share.

The stench of politics arrests my heart.

Don’t desensitise now

When death is  imminent for your fresh start.

Elysium can exist in this world not just the next.

Divine heaven!

Look up by all means –  It’s all generic text.

Look around and see the plight the innocents in this have to wage.

Stop this merciless hunt to cull young voices — remember the wisdom  a child imparts with a mere smile.

They are truly the ones who are sage.

This is not a foreign terrotist ISIS attack

If it is-

It has been funded by the most conservative ,vicious Tory pack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Athena

infamous conquests of the human race to expose life’s epiphany.

de harmonisation fails to uphold Athena’s liturgy.

Poorly managed Pomodoro method

Metis grant Deep Thought access to the deaf, dumb and blinded

Search engine optimised  –  the ultimate track  42 disinhibits these libertarian’s reclaim autonomy to debate life’s purpose for liberty.

hypophysectomise the moody matriarchy for

Pheremone replacement therapy

Father declares she made it up -it’s all in her head

A caution to never mirror  the gargoyle with  serpent  hair or live a life barren

stone cold as death

Wings declare war on Nottinghamshire’s elite. Robin’s red crest symbolises blood  will shed – if the ground harvests a crop sterile

Bath bubbles wait for a body that has matter .

69 spoonfuls of bio oil smooth out the stretch marks-

dissolves the fat cats.

Watch them  scatter.

Enemy pilots covert zombie nuns in a pig stye

Overthinking- condensates these cloud tufted ideas.

The flow loses integrity – it stands for the lie.

Shaking bones to release the overspill.

Athena  won’t be a subject to her  own life gains and losses.

Stay true to her style.

No  sounds  of a  Swedish  rehashed assembly

lined out to bear all our crosses.

Stunted by the overthink- look away from her spinal  index

a mind blinks in epiletic seizures.

Unsanitary insults tossed around,

a tussled rustle

Nomad hiding in the bushes

He doesn’t whether  he’s angry or horny

Either way should fuck some common  sense into her.

procrastination halts.

Spaces so tight it has to play its ordained key.

Sounds of queer folk living off  Givenchy.

Rumours, ill gotten behaviour

pussy cat kneeding into yesterdays lingerie.

Not so much economical as busy with the normal day to day.

No digits on the clock,

time shows up in a 5 year old making intelligible sentences.

Forced to awaken from her slumber.

Time lapsed under the sound of a deity clapping out thunder.

what’s up with the pretences?

Athena peers into the eyes of a child not so new born.

whispers ‘listen with both ears’

Goddess takes her own advice and is graced with the miricle of life;

she succumbs to tears.

Finally managed to get up on the retrograde.

Trumped on an ally.

Her apoligies can still be heard in the fade.

Outed for having an opinion.

A belief!

Offended the entire faith of chritianity.

exhiled by her father figure.

She stands her ground where other men bow their heads.

Money makes a human weak in the teeth.

One fine day the bull will take off his horns when in pause mode.

The eagle will descend and emotions will spill out of  its  beak

hybridisation is the result of such an offload.

Glitter , maroon -carpets may seize the day and fly.

Although the author of these words questions the reason why.

Calling out to a nation of intellectual breeders.

They never want to hire former institutionalised  life seekers.

Whose truly deserving of at least the 90 th chance?

Some people don’t even live to experience their own wedding day dance.

Stuttering over each word. Tempted to  cuss.

Athena refuses to get stuck in reverse.

Ready to fertilise blood with the dark night of the soul.

Athena never passes up a challenge

uh oh

time to stop her before she’s crying over spilt milk

Betrayal   overheard by a righteous all seeing mole living in a borrowed hole.

Monday Blues

Did I miss something?

I know people talk about having the blues, the Monday blues and motherhood blues but there is a day assigned to recognize,

Blue Monday!

Who came up with the concept to celebrate a day of woe?

My thoughts: people who want to capitalize on our misery. 

Pharmaceutical companies, people trying to sell us comfort kits or whatever.

I get the whole statistic thing, that it’s the third week in January and financially big organizations and businesses are feeling –  mainly pennies no freshly printed notes.

Can, I just put out it on here -that Monday has been the best day of the week for me, out of all the Monday’s in January.

Why?

I didn’t focus on my money situation, or if people liked me or if I was anxious. What made my Monday bluesy – Jazzy – full of a spectrum of emotions:

is seeing my Grandma.

Yes, she still has Dementia, she still is bedridden, in a care home but she is not on death’s bed, not in pain and she has been taken off palliative care.

I made her laugh – more than once- just being me!

I held her hand and I  felt a bit sad, nostalgic,  thinking I should do more.

Wondered about certain people I LOVE  who I only get to experience one dimensionally.  They are not here anymore.

Monday was blue and pink and yellow and it was a Fun day – it was ONE day of my life.

It wasn’t the saddest day of my life or the happiest.

I love the color Blue. Don’t dress it up and mark as a negative.

We are capable of feeling.

Yes, feeling and responding to others.

We are capable of making connections with others because we can feel and empathize.

What a gift!

Pain, feels like Niagara falls coming down on me. I love watching it. I’m in awe of its power. I don’t like feeling it. It does transform me and is a natural part of me.

Just like being happy is, angry, comical, loud, quiet, bossy, friendly, energetic, sloth-like.

I’m not into blue Monday.

When I feel the blues I listen to the blues.

This song (when it first came out) caused people around the world to commit suicide.

I find strength in this song. People have looked at me and thought ‘she must be deranged’ to find any beauty and comfort in this song,

I do.

I don’t feel driven to kill myself when I hear it.

I feel less alone. I feel like I’m not only one who has shit days.

Smurfs aren’t sad?  or is it the magic potion they drink that gets them all bouncy and energetic?

I don’t know.

I do know people place a lot of expectations on feeling a certain way because there is a day assigned to feeling shitty.

No, thank you, my moods are not controlled by the media and whoever else comes up with these ideas.

I deal with my emotions – every moment, every hour, every second.

I don’t get to leave to my mind.

If I’m feeling alright on a Monday -no one is going to tell me I should feel differently.

Just a thought on this cloudy  Wednesday.

Looking forward to Friday – not because it’s  the weekend. I never stop working!

I’m going to meet up with friends I haven’t seen for 8 years.

 silly poem alert.   

If you feeling the woo of the blues

Take a pint of milk from the cows that cheerfully moos.

Don’t despair – feelings change with random flair

Enjoy the sunshine in your heart, don’t hold up a wall that says beware.

Life is full of ups and downs, smiles and frowns

It’s okay to feel this way. No-ones escaping life with ‘ I faked it better’ crowns.

Remember when you feeling down – you are never alone 

Support is here when we are transparent and make ourselves fully shown.

Ha ha! Lame, I know. I don’t care.

One small rant:

This has been going around the social media websites.

From NHS Director to mental health inpatient in 10 days

CLICK HERE TO READ HER PERSONAL JOURNEY

I’m so happy this person has found the strength to come out and fight against stigma, with the experience of being at the top of the hierarchy in dealing with mental health, and now,  having insight into how it feels to experience severe bad mental health.

By all means, I applaud this woman.

If the title caption had been ‘from  HOSPITAL CLEANER  to mental health inpatient  in 10 days’

what is the difference?

Who is more important?

Both make a significant contribution tothe U.K. health service, do they not ?

Just saying…….

the ungrateful one

Higher consciousness.org  broadcasts live video of a man flying in outer space.

Caption: What are you THANKFUL  for today?

 Solo,

I  go against all those who fold in with

it’s a day to count our blessings.

Slavering, table drummers –we will rock you with our forks and our knives.

Salacious portions of the second road runner-up to the national bird cooks amongst natures already abundant offerings of food.

No meat!

 Poor hostess.

The feeders may all come at you in unhinged straight jackets, disturbed little bees in honeycombed hives.

 We don’t get the message – our mother earth shakes her head in dismay.

Excuse me for the cynical distaste.

Maybe -it’s the Black Friday orders of the soon to be  penniless mourners that leave me to wonder,

if I’m the only one who believes in the promotion that counting one’s blessings should cover more than one  day.

Awareness of what we have and have not.

Awareness of what we know and should know,

should not be chalked up -spelled out in the toddler soup of the day.

Tomorrow -one  damp rag across the blackboard , one teardrop of rain – one scribble away,

can change all we are a boon for.

 One day is not enough to keep up the movement -that unifies us – when we come together to complete mandalas sun – each our own beatific ray.

Orphans of humanity  we plead for more.

Callous rant – as rough as  the skin on my feet – routinely  massage cream into them every evening ;

 be consistent with our moral compass .

That is how we can land on our feet- no cat with nine lives or suspicious  minded dreaming.

Consistent

care-

every day of the year.

Call out your own judgments when it flashes past -cognition held up -brain powder – slow  control release,

 regulate the filtering in  and out of brainwash  sluice  glugged down in unrecognized fear.

Fear of what?

Change.

Nothing will change if we don’t make it so.

Sow what we reap -reap what we sow.

I sense a preacher inserted that quote in serendipitously ,only so I could attempt to allow this rant to flow.

So be it.

Of course, I am grateful for all that life has given me – dazzling in wealth of the simple things,

all there- for me to quietly contemplate upon bestow.

The furies, the mad rush, the gluttony,  the ego of humanity – homeless men and children invited in for one meal – one day .

Please don’t touch  the brand new fluffed up hand towel.

Would a homeless person even have the culture to know to wash one’s hands before praying for this feast -making sure to appear humble in the glare of your Lords softened scowl?

Bacteria – one culture – it’s enough to let him wash his hands in the kitchen scullery sink.

What is he to know ?   water is water – surely this should cleanse our conscience   attempt to pummel fists at our conflicting thought process arena- enough well placed blows and we will return to our white sheep – one dip – one vision – contemplative blessed day, lucky are those who can think.

envision a person who swoons effortlessly – a  home is no show museum in an attempt to wow family and friends to incite:

 Don’t you wish you could pull all of  this off on this most  thankful besmirching day?

Newly formed speech bubble  of Radical  congregation thought -branches of hate and envy.

Group Faction fractions,

was never my strongest subject at the school of life in preparation.

Soul hack – stumped and blinded .

I left young – fled.

I knew it was a ploy to mollify me.

I’m no Einstein at arithmetic but may I be so  bold to ask surely there is more in the power of one?

We have the ability to stand down in peace, for one day, in our millions – united in blessific glee.

Or, do we all have to continue consuming archaically stoned?

Prompted into Martyrdom,

to accept the first prize of a well-acted boon?

In the promise of 50% discounted TV.s and-and Suv cars with 0.1 miles on the clock, ready as an incentive to  live as we  already should,

with a marked line, curving upwards indicating we have enough and are already happy?

 

Poison #soCs

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DRINK ME!

 

Really , it that even legal? how do we get away with with alcohol being consumed with out getting arrested

The truth is:   society is infested with  Greedy politicians.

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EAT ME!

 

 

Had a look at what ingredients/drugs are approved by the FDA to eat. Can’t pronounce some of those words?  If I can’t pronounce what I want to eat it is only because I am on holiday learning about good  food and dishes  from other cultures.

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SMOKE ME!

 

Oh,only if it’s tobacco -sprayed with  pesticides and cut with rat poison  and the like.

The truth is society is being carbon monoxided by those who profit from illegal drugs and it isn’t just drug lords but our own civilised governments.

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SMOKE ME!

 

I’m only a weed and yet the world is going crazy over me. I offer more medicinal benefits than most drugs. Legalize the good shit – erase the solar powered bad shit.

The truth is governments and pharmaceutical companies profit more by making un natural ,. manufactured, prescribed drugs. Without illness there is no money to be made.

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SNORT ME!

 

Only if it’s come fresh from Bolivia and hasn’t been cut 50 times before it reaches our shores

The truth is our governments make more money out of keeping three quarters of the the global population in poverty. More than one kind of pig snorts on a regular basis.

Give these people legal jobs .

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INJECT ME!

 

Only if it’s safe and you use clean needles and it is licensed and controlled.

The truth is governments need to deflect on their own scum secret society actions.  worthless junkies are a perfect Scape goat.

Here is the big news – legalise drugs and governments will fold and other governments will rise . Western and not so Western ones.

Many Wars will stop.

Crime will reduce.

Less people will die from bad mixes.

What is the big deal?

Black market dealers are never going to lose it’s swagger.

Think rationally about this folks.

Drugs can be taxed,

made fair trade.

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Deal with the problem by facing it head on.

Straighten the economy

Communities and the government  can work together. Side by side .

Improve economies globally.

We all know what happens when we swim against the tide.

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Less money will be used treating people with addictions than what A&E  has to deal with at the moment.

Move forward .

Progress with the movement

I swear to you when I have picked the DRINK ME option. I have got into to way more trouble than when I have ever done any other kind of drug.

Alcohol  is poison. One  of the more poison-est of them all.

The truth is you are deluding yourself that it is okay to drink just because the law lets you. How can you sit there and take the moral high ground?

A law does not mean that it makes drinking moral.

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Regulate the quality of current illegal drugs.

Watch the prison population fall to at least half of what it is now.

If I  ever want to poison myself I want my Democratic  right to choose my poison.

Let the justice and criminal system deal with true crime.

Say goodbye to Gangsters and pimps –

The mafia and the government -who is the true Bud –

weiser?

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WHITE WASH

 

Feeling  the effects of it yet?

 

The most productive way to  bend and alter the  mind is educating yourself -become  less ignorant , look at the long game-  the long term benefits and who in our society is likely to benefit the most from it.

No need to fraternise with  L.S.D. to open your mind – just a change in attitude.

Witness change.

Case closed.

Just because it is legal doesn’t mean you have to do it. 

Daisy putting the rights to the world 😀

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HEAD OVER TO LINDA g HILLS’ soCs and get writing….

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “drink.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!

THE PROMPT

Secret words

‘I  have given you words of vision and wisdom more secret than hidden mysteries.Ponder them in the silence of your soul and then in freedom do your will’ Bhagavad Gita

Why have I chosen this quote?

For  those who read YESTERDAYS POST- I STILL GET TO CHOOSE

My fears were indeed unfounded. I think of my psychiatrist  when  I decided to use this quote. Yesterday,

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We are open and honest with one another. The beauty of this kind of relationship  is he leaves the control of how I use the concoction of medication I am on in my control under his guidance of course.

I don’t know many doctors who do this.

Yes, I am on far too many anti anxiety tablets.

Addictive ones. I have been on them for years.

I know there is day that I need to get off them.

There never seems to be a right time. I need to create that time.

Doctor J. put the words out there:

” You are on too many benzos”

(panic starts its drum) .I acknowledge this.

We talk about factors that may explain why I am still not stable (as I have been) with my moods .

  1. not eating correctly

  2. been on the same antidepressants for  over 10 years

  3. the pharmacist’s mistake in the dosage one of my mood stabilisers

  4. Benzo’s make you depressed.

So what is the plan?

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The plan:

  • Up the mood stabiliser.

  • Think about reducing one of the Benzos by a half -a tiny little speck of a half

  • . Follow up with my C.P.N. three weeks from now.

  • Gauge if the increase in the mood stabiliser is working.

  • Decide how I want this to play out.

  • do I feel ready to start reducing the benzo’s?

No! (my automatic response)

Okay, chill, Daisy there is no pressure.

GO back to the quote:

The seed has been planted.-  I have received ‘the words and vision more secret than hidden mysteries’

‘Ponder them in the silence of your soul and then in freedom do your will

 It is only my will that can lead me to true freedom.

How many other doctors do you know who are like this with their patients?

He trusts me. I  do honestly try to use the least amount of benzos in a day. If I want to have another child after I am married.

I do!

I will not repeat past mistakes.

My next child may not be so lucky. He or she may go through severe ,life threatening withdrawals.

I was ignorant the first time round. I have learnt the lesson.

My child is a daily reminder of what I wish for her and my future children.

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So, for now. I get back to my passions: volunteering and training, get my confidence and focus back- then I  am in a stronger position  to make   a decision that will benefit me in the long run.

I read so many other posts where people with Mental health issues don’t get the kind of support and trust I get.

Yes,I am blessed.

I am also honest( to a fault).

There is some kind of message here: Not speaking up for  Fear and acknowledgement of how we cope, can be a natural reaction to protect our mind.

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Change.

 the word- petrifies me

 What will I do without xyz.?

Anorexia and many other Mental health illnesses have a strong component of control as a symptom. The way to empower us to to give us some control over how we want to be treated and how we don’t want to be treated.

I put together a WRAP plan last year –  my whole professional support team have signed it.

It includes

  • what makes me happy

  • Triggers

  • coping mechanisms

  • early warning signs that all is not well

  • breaking down signs

  • crisis plan

  • treatment plan

  • post crisis plan.

WRAP TESTIMONIAL CLIP      ( it may just be the best gift you ever give yourself or to someone you love. All it costs is a bit of time and effort, I contributed to this testimonial )

I think more mental health professionals should move towards this approach. When a person with mental health issues is relatively well, that person is the only person who knows what will get them back on track.

 I know I am going on a bit here

but,

if we do a bit of work on ourselves and find out what makes us tick -we stand a better chance over improving our mental health and our quality of life.

Just an opinion from a person who has mental health.

Don’t I mean mental health ‘issues’

No I mean – MENTAL HEALTH.

Do you have a mind?

Yes.

Then you have mental health.

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Different  life scenarios and experiences  constantly change, so that you are always sliding along a mental health spectrum between good mental health and bad mental health.

 I have bills to pay and grocery shopping to do today, I neeed to get my booty in to action.

So for now, to  a person  reading this, who doesn’t think they are susceptible to poor mental health;

I propose an exercise.

 

 A challenge, if you will..

Where would you be on the scale of mental health?  ( good feeling 100% well – bad being  0%)  if

  • your cat/dog died

  • you got a job promotion

  • you got divorced

  • you won the lottery

  • you child is bullying at school

  • you find out your loved one is dying from an illness

  • you win tickets to go see your favourite band

  • you fall pregnant

  • you need to move home

  • you are moving to a new country

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Just something to think about.

—-Andrea-Nguyen-copy

Can’t wait to read what other people are thinking about, what is going on in your lives and everything thing else. Thanks for reading.  Time to hit the real world and get broke!

 

Immigrants

Well, what a day. I’ve had so much going around in my head. This morning I wanted to check out other peoples blogs and muse of how cool it is that I can connect with people from all over the globe. It is brilliant and helps me feel connected and understanding and less ignorant of other peoples culture. I then went on a massive Google search about immigration. A  hot topic to debate on in Europe-actually globally) at the moment. I don’t know what my aim was in talking about it but we have a huge crisis going on. I thought it would be easy for me to say I’m on the immigrants’ side or let’s keep them out attitude. It is a fucken complicated situation.

I mean look at Calais in Marseilles and Dover in the U.K. – Every country is pledging money here and there to help genuine refugees and still, a lot of people want to seek asylum in the UK. Why? well, there are a lot of countries like Bangladesh and Pakistan who were former English colonies and understand the English culture and language.  There are immigrants who want a better world for their families -better education, health system, a chance to be a success and these are good things in my opinion because these kind of people are what is going to strengthen the economy.

Most immigrant take on the menial jobs that the English people won’t do. The English get pissed off with the French because they don’t do more to STOP the refugees to claim asylum in Britain. I mean, you must have seen the horrific pictures of people with nothing to lose and the risks they take to reach the place that they believe will offer them safety and a chance to build a life. It is tragic. Why don’t the refugees/ immigrants stay in France? I’ve read reports that even though the benefits system in France is just as good if not better. The former countries ruled under English colonies are wanting somewhere familiar.

The French have a lot of Algerian and Congolese seeking refugee status as they were countries historically under French imperialism. In France, everyone has to carry an identity card and a lot of refugees don’t like this idea of scrutiny and having people ask them for papers. A lot of refugees and immigrants claim they have no paperwork so it is impossible to find out if their asylum claim is genuine or not.  Many go under the radar and live under the black economy. This is a huge problem. I don’t think the solution is to ban all immigrants and those seeking refugee status from entering a country like England. Some people come here under the best intentions to make a better life for themselves and for their families.

Then you get the other type of asylum seeker -who is an opportunist. These type of people will take whatever they can get. The point is there are English people who have that kind of mentality too. What is the solution? Italy and Greece can’t handle any more immigrants and I suppose that’s why they end up  in France. I do think that the English government should have opted for national identity cards as this will give refugees a new identity if that is what they want and the government have some way of tracking people by their DNA and the technology available.

The people in England who rant about illegal immigrants coming and taking their jobs are the same people who don’t want the whole ‘Big brother’ is watching them. A solution needs to be found. Some solutions that have been looked at is shooting down any immigrants who try to enter a country. I don’t think this will make the world a better place. It is a diabolical and inhumane. Cyprus came up with the only humane and rational solution so far. The have a base for immigrants. Check out this link  http://www.newstatesman.com/politics/uk/2015/08/how-do-you-solve-refugee-crisis-calais.

I’ve been giving this a lot of thought (can you tell?) :Do You know what I really feel ? I feel that the West should wipe out the third world debt. Stop fucking with other countries. Look at Iraq as an example. I would hate to live under the dictatorship of Saddam Hussein but the people her ruled  knew they were safe and had a life and most importantly what to expect from life. All the WOMDs is bullshit. Look at what The U.S. and Britain did to the country! Europe needs to share the problem. Germany can take more people as they need to strengthen the workforce and increase their economy.

  Here’s another suggestion. Don’t fix what is not broken or is already broken, especially if it’s not yours to bother about in the first place. It sounds harsh but the West can’t go fixing everyone. Some countries have to figure it out on their own. Look at what is happening in South Africa with the Zimbabweans.  Xenophobia is alive and kicking. Thanks, Mugabe and all the governments who have him as a guest in their countries.

Where does the UK aid go to? mainly organisations such as U.N.  Their number one priority is reducing poverty. I can’t see how this can happen when they can’t even land, in say, the Congo, and have to dump rations form the air for it only to be taken by strung out child warlords. There’s a shit load of red tape that needs shredding (not news I know).  I am against all war and call me a hippy or whatever but we don’t even know who are our true enemies any more.  Here I am ranting and I don’t have a solution. Well. I do.

Get rid of guns and bombs and shit and look after the people in this world. Okay, this is something that Gandhi or St Mother  Theresa would say but that is the only answer. LOVE. TOLERANCE. COMPROMISE.  I too am outraged and want to cry when I see a child’s body washed up on a beach on Turkey and the only thing that the tourists say is how that image. That person who got coughed up by the ocean and dumped dead on the sand is taking the fun out of their holiday. What the fuck?  I wonder if I am living in the wrong world. Truly I do.

MAKE LOVE NOT WAR.  I mean I’m doing this awesome 101# Blog course and I’m in day three and the object today is to connect with other people all around the world. That’s fucking fantastic. I get to read other peoples blogs and interact with people thousands of miles away, in countries all over the world, and gain insight and see things from a new perspective. My last words on this subject -STOP trying to clean other peoples toilets and worry about your own shit first. It’s just an opinion but I am always game for listening and understanding other peoples thoughts too. On to a more intimate topic next… in Parenthood