*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
The calm before the storm.
I break my fast musing over my odds of being crazier than the norm.
Booming shutters smash – open and close.
— Brain sensory over load — the cranium structure is deceiving in its form.
The third eye lazily flickers in a state of REM.
Here I am attempting to channel my inner chakra.
I’ve resorted to stick-on Goggly eyes to play the part of spiritualist guru ,sipping on high tea, to awaken my inner rapture.
Dear Goddess Kali can you save me?
from the howling winds,
The mooing cows spinning around me, moaning gutturally for their new fateful flight as fledgelings ?
My house shatters into a myriad of snow flaked, razor sharp,jaggered pieces.
unable to repair the damage .
Take a searing hot iron to my face to smooth out the grimace in my features .
Sacerdotal screams in the night — a man stolen from his lullaby.
Distant but not too far off – I keep my inner warrior on stand by.
In truth, it’s the time of the creatives .
Out come the freaks
brazen in their efforts to destroy,
my favourite playlist titled: sweet dreams.
I wonder who I will be in 12 months from this very hour ?
Where will all the thousands of words I’ve ploughed through with oars
Will I have sailed?
will I capsize?
Will I have ability to walk or be a cripple, dragging myself by the elbows under a storm pelted bleached ,grainy beach?
– Will I carry any legitimate power?
The Temptations won’t knock
They will saunter in .
Oh, it’s to be expected.
I refuse to fall to my knees,
swear my allegiance to make another man’s family richer
Than see mine indicted.
I’d sooner sit on a floor , covered in colours of paint and corners lit with the smiles of my loves.
I’d sooner watch paint dry or read a screenplay loosely based on what I know about when life comes to rouse me with rough pushes or shoves.
Elements balance my kinetic ,
complex feelings of despair.
Change comes with promise.
Fear comes with very little solace.
Motion to a new position –
don’t cower from success
It might even suit my current attire and my inner prowess .
My time to deliver.
Get my due.
For me and my few.
My kind words are still here and my support?
I have some to spare.
I won’t waste it on those who don’t reciprocate
The err is but their own.
Chosen to remain frozen-staring down a hall of , pale, mirrored self reflections.
unable to see
they are not the only ones
Who need encouragement and care.
I swill down the remnants of this blessed meal with the rest of my cuppa charr .
I clamour to suppress my applause.
I catch out the dawn rising with a yawn unashamed ,gloriously
I’m no longer afraid to be the lunatic. I’ve seen the powers of nature.
Forces of rage.
still waters run deep
This insanity is something I hold dear to me-
The great mother gave it to me-
I will set with the sun
It’s my duty to consummate all that is sacred.
Revised stream of consciousness — border line poetry.
*feeling nervous and excited for year two of my Masters , moving home and shizzle like that 😉 ha ha*