*Life is busy again -I choose to post this 10 days before I am “supposed” to because I think our MENTAL HEALTH needs care and attention every single day*
Inspired by taking a head ache tablet and the film ‘the Matrix’
It’s a bit abstract and simple at the same time.
Using the matrix as a metaphor to raise MENTAL HEALTH awareness and reduce stigma
What if I asked you This?
What pill will you choose?
Remain ignorant about mental health issues ,or acknowledge and seek to educate yourself?
If you believe you have a brain and a body -then it makes sense that you have Mental health and Physical health. Both exist. Both can fluctuate along a spectrum of Good- Bad.
Yes. I am aware that the picture shows only one tablet. Think of this one tablet as how the status quo deal with Mental health -good and bad.
I’m not saying there hasn’t been progress. There has. We have a long way to go still.
Society wants to understand IT and at the same time ignore that IT exsists.
We can’t have both.
In my opinion,
to think you can live with both:
understanding and ignorance is INSANITY.
This is what keeps us from understanding and evolving into the mental well being matrix system. 😉
‘ the body cannot live without the mind’ –
Morpheus from ‘the matrix’
it has articles, blog stories and loads of information on MENTAL WELLBEING -good and bad.
I live in West Yorkshire, U.K.
support links for people in my community here
I have done the 5 day co facilliator W.RA.P. and I’ve done the 12 week program.
I’ve been involved with many of these services or know people who have in some different capacities and reasons.
I BELIEVE ENGAGING AND REACHING OUT WORKS.
I FIND WRAP HAS HELPED ME.
Invest time in learning about the Wellness Recovery Action Program 5 core values.
What is your understanding of these values? Click on each underlined link to read another person’s definition of WRAPS core values
SELF ADVOCACY – (it took me a long time to understand this)
SHORT INTRODUCTION TO WRAP
My premature message for #WORLDMENTALHEALTHDAY 10TH OCTOBER 2017
We live in a belly fighting off bacteria
Begging other intelligence to disembowel us.
a tsumanima of hate floods our irrigation system of morals.
No lives matter.
Nazi’s aren’t the only few crazier than Mercuries Mad Hatter.
Everyone has an opinion.
Every Judy thinks they are entitled to a Punch – no need to be drunk.
infuriating that we can’t learn violence is a domino effect.
Cause and effect
ripples from thrown stones.
Balance in humanity
artifially insemitated tinnitus
is the reality.
We look to archaic verse in the Testament that
‘ an eye for an eye’
is as natural as two beasts being violated while they are in active fornication.
Instinct and emotions show us we are alive.
We feel, we must feel — we have to feel to carry a vigil of hope
Some divine sign,
god, goddess installed a program of free will.
Why not take back this privilege?
Why make a world perfect and full of sublime, lure us out with the promise of sunshine?
Caters to the needs of every breather, every ecosystem.
No need for uadulterated theft.
God is a Narcissist.
why would someone with such power sit back and watch us destroy one another?
Fuck the lies, the parables,
Jesus dying for our sins!
His resurrection has risen along with centuries a blasphemeous leaders chanting idolific hymn.
In the name of ignoratious barkus dogma
Religion – organised to control the masses
Opium now smells of it’s true odour-terrorisim .
Bombs, nuclear weapons, fists connecting with human bodies, unlicenced rifles blasting into chunks of animals flesh .
Who is right?
This game has found us lost in a maze and the goblins haven’t the eduction to translate to us
cuts to every department,
This is prison.
Suicide seems an answer to a man’s motive to rise to heaven and receive a reprisal.
That is a given.
God is a narcissist .
Jesus-is a shoddy carpenter.
Mary Magdelane -the whore,is the only tangible part of this story I find plausible.
Create a world – destroyed by nations.
Give me a sign!
suffering to this extent is for an entity pantomime.
Enlightened gods, sit on Mount Olympus ,never miss an episode of planet earth.
The screen darkens to reveal
another dismal form of the masses , pupils— dilated, babbling words of freedom to.
freedom to insult ,
freedom to obliterate ,
freedom to impregnate,
Freedom to do anything.
A society bloated, heaving up piles of excess.
Anarchy doesn’t mean terrorisation
Revolution is for the mighty of heart.
Ones who wish to see change from inequality for the many in parts.
We all deserve to be on the earth offender register
Why do we have laws ?
when we take our grievances into our own hands.
How can there be justice?
-when justice fails us with a well practiced pose of inverted corruption?
Trust in humanity.
Live by your true North, moral compass .
Born in navigation mode,
even if life serves you a sentence of physical deformity;
Don’t look to the sky for an answer.
Don’t look to a man with free words dribbling down his jumper.
Don’t tear down statues that can’t fight back.
There is no sense in joining hands with this vicious pack.
We all have it wrong.
Every. Single. One. Of. Us.
Think the death penalty teaches people to stop being immoral?
Tears cause waves, I’m hiding between the reeds and the coral.
Every face has that stoic sense of entitlement
Knitted together,from years of oppressive governments taking our God-given birth sight to see what a plight this truly is.
We all need to hang.
Hang our heads in shame.
Cut out my heart
See it bleed
Let it bleed –
examine the appearance of your own and understand there is no difference –
we come into the world
We all rely on another hand for our first feed.
I’ve always been taught to have a plan B
I find myself alone; ready to denounce my mammalian side and take my chances, swim against the tide of oil sickened oceans, in one last effort to truly be free
Free from hate,
, free from words spoken with a lingering scent of horse manure,
I denounce my own and seek a new home on the basis-I don’t recognize my own kind.
I don’t see a common interest,
all I see is another foe.
I choke on these words.
Why can’t we learn!?
I could go on, but we have unread history books, in abundance.
Nothing is censored.
The age of enlightmenent has turned into the birth of disallusionment.
Though lightness may fade.
Forget words wasted on ill gotten behaviours.
Stuck in a quagmire?
Want to send out the vigil of hope.
It’s in me.
Buried under a thousand haunting ghosts.
Make this a cheerful post.
What is disarmingly charming in this world?
Open my eyes,
Be interested in gazing outwards.
Look back at the words you have’ written.
Be inspired that you wrote them!
Don’t let snide comments sneakily sweep through the back door,
Prevent you from expressing your self.
Sometimes, words in simple dimples are all we need
Who are you writing for?
You have your unique style.
Don’t neglect that self respect cautiously peers out, perched atop , the rotting,
In the basement.
Confidence drips tears for the days when his best foot turned all heads.
Don’t worry .
When has it ever been so difficult for me to type and write and hit publish without a second glance?
Only when caught up in dusty webbed rags of self-doubt.
Shadows change according to light.
Don’t be intimated by what is a mere reflection.
Remember shadows can’t exist without a living body,
Take the power back.
Don’t hide from those who sigh — in disproportionate contortions of their own path .
Happy lights-faeries delight.
blissful smiles stippled on faces
There can be no ulterior motive.
Worry about your own if you are confused about life twists and mysterious genders.
Guilt sprouts up-GMO crops
Pesticides cause all matter to infold my mind
Crucify my time?
flowers give sentiment to humans lost in nocturnal spaces
Eye sight not evolved enough to adjust to a new fate.
Decisive in what I decide will make up my next jungle adventure.
Armed with words and a benign bravado.
I don’t back down to monsters of carpathian.
Audacity and gumption are my greatest weapons.
Shout me down,
I will test that phycology straight back at ya.
Threaten me or one of my own,
I will stand up and defend my home.
Bats of fear — circulating above.
Blood, don’t clot on me now!
This is my fight — yet I won’t battle it alone.
So much I want to put down.
Not in stream of consciousness
No more ashamed of how far down I free-fall into the squid ink mouth of the abyss.
I gripped onto natures own boulderous 😉 safety net.
I seek to retrace.
*Something I wrote in stream of consciousness and then decided to work on it a bit more*
* boulderous-made up word — combination of rocky and bold-