Somber Times

Somber Times.

Mid July.

I spent my time getting high.

Out beyond

my four walled tomb,

I’d hear the joyful shrieks

from the children on the street,

rising to meet

the horizons

peak.

And

I’d think

back.

Back

to a time

when the day

would stretch on

for weeks.

When I truly

believed

in fairies,

and didn’t

isolate myself

for weeks.

Gaza is Burning

Gaza is Burning

Yet the ones who have

the most power

to stop it,

Have turned a blind eye.

Turned a blind eye

loaded with weapons

of mass destruction.

They don’t care about

the buildings,

homes and families

ripped apart.

They don’t care about

the bags of body’s

piling up.

They don’t care who they were,

who they loved

or were loved by.

They don’t care how old

or how young.

They don’t care about anyone.

They don’t care about

the culture lost.

They only care about

Profits.

No matter the cost.

Money. Money. Money.

Is all they care for.

Crud&Claw

Oh sorry, I just fell

down the back of the sofa.

Got lost in all the crud

& shit I

forgot I got lost down there.

I thought I was

just a ball of cathair

& crud

for a while there.

The cathair I minded

not so much.

But the crud would

weigh me down.

Block me out.

Untethered &

in despair.

I thought I was going nowhere.

Then a

cat claw came down

& spiked

me in the

eye.

I thought I was

ready to

die.

Until,

Pulled up

from the crud

by the

claw

piercing my eye

I saw the

horizon

start to rise.

The sun breaking the clouds

I remembered

my wings.

I remembered

my soul.

I remembered how to breathe

and sing.

The Virus

An unseen beast,

it stalks its prey.

So small and invisible,

hard to believe,

there’s a chance it could be deadly.

Wash your hands and stay inside,

your only protector.

Beware the unseen hunter.

Protect the old

and protect the young.

Protect the sick,

and the healthy too.

But even then,

your not certain to be safe.

Beware the unseen beast.

******

I wrote this the other day while out on one of my state-sanctioned hour long walks, while trying to get some semblance of meditation done. I’d stopped by a bit of water and was sitting watching swans and ducks bob by, wondering what their lives were like and what they were thinking, when the first few lines popped into my head and I just went with it from there.

I haven’t written on here, or anywhere else for that matter, in a long time because my perfectionism has been really bad and I’ve been terrified that everything I produced would be shite. That because my blog isn’t really the best looking aesthetically and because I don’t really know how to use WordPress or any website builder type thingy merjig, I was just wasting my time even trying.

But I know now that these are lies.

Sure, I find all this wordpress/blog building stuff really confusing and I feel like a total tube, cause I feel like I should know how to do it, but theres no reason why I can’t learn.

And so what if it’s shite, I can always learn from my mistakes and make it better.

My head likes to lie to me, it likes it wrap me in a tight blanket of self doubt and self hate and even though it feels so warm and familiar….it’s suffocating and today I say, no more.

I hope y’all are having a wonderful evening, night, day or afternoon! 😁

Remember to stay inside and stay safe, or stay protected and vigilant if staying inside isn’t an option 💪🏻❤️

This is the view I had while writing ‘The Virus’,
I hope you enjoyed it 🙂

Anxiety

Anxiety.

Anxious.

I try not to be.

Be reasonable,

there’s nothing to be afraid of.

Just people.

People aren’t scary.

My heartbeat says otherwise.

There’s nothing to be afraid of.

I can’t stop sweating,

I can see and hear everything.

Hyperaware…..that’s what it’s called.

I think I’m going to be sick.

No need to be afraid, I tell myself.

But, everything else is telling me otherwise.

I feel like crying.

Like disappearing,

going into my house and never leaving.

******

I wrote this at LGBT group last night, as part of a poetry workshop.

I was feeling really anxious, as you can probably tell by le poem, so I just wrote what I was feeling in that moment, my physical responses and thought processes.

I didn’t think it was that great….pretty shit actually but when I shared it, I had a pretty positive response. Some people said that they could relate to it, which actually felt really good. It sounds weird….but a lot of the time my anxiety makes me feel really alone and hearing that others can relate makes me feel like less of a lone shaking leaf.

Obviously, I know that other people experience anxiety but because it’s not always obvious and fairly easy to hide, it’s really easy to feel like the only one.

Especially when Niagara Falls levels of sweat is rolling down my back and I feel like I’m going to start screaming from the stress, ‘The Grinch tries yoga’ style.

So, I’m sharing this today, in hopes of helping someone else feel a little less alone.

I hope y’all are having a wonderful day, hopefully not filled with anxiety.

If you are struggling (with anxiety, or anything), here are some healthy coping mechanisms, especially for if your out and about:

  • Listening to music
  • Practising mindfulness techniques, like the 5 senses exercise (focus on 1 thing you can taste, 2 things you can smell, 3 things you can hear, 4 things you can feel (touch) and 5 things you can see)~I actually use this one a lot and it’s really helpful. It can also be really good for developing your dream lucidity abilities, if your interested in that kind of thing. Another mindfulness technique that I find really helpful is ‘The Colour Game’. It works best if you do it with another person but you can also do it alone. Basically, all you do is: say colours that you see aloud, but different colours from the other person, kinda batting colours back and forth. Like eye spy but only with colours-at first-and no guessing. Eventually your going to run out of colours~you might be saddened like I was, realising that due to our limited human vision (in the majority) there’s not nearly enough colours to satisfy~but fear not, now you can move on to everything else you can see, making this technique very much eye spy without the guessing.
  • Having an object which you can hold and feel, in order to feel grounded. An example of what this might be and what to do is: A pebble; which you can hold in your palm, focusing on it’s weight and how it feels against your skin.
  • Writing down how you feel~writing my poem actually helped to release a lot of the stress I was feeling at the time. It can be in any form; a poem, a song, a rap….random words scattered on a page. And it doesn’t have to make sense, just let your words be free.

The Monster

*TRIGGER WARNING*

This blogpost contains content that some readers may find distressing or triggering. Unless you feel you are at a sufficient place in your recovery or do not struggle with an Eating Disorder-or any food related issues for that matter-I suggest you give this one a miss.

Personally, I can’t actually read back a lot of what I’ve written in relation to my mental health. I sometimes can but I have to be careful cause words can invite you in. If your not in a good place or even an okay place, the wrong words can invite you in and trap you.

******

An eating disorder is a monster

that hijacks your mind, body, and soul.

It eats away at your brain,

making sure that every day there’s less of you left.

Taking away every fragment of you.

Replacing each discarded piece

with a piece of itself.

Each action, interaction

is dictated by the beast. 

Everything that makes you unique

sucked away into an endless vacuum. 

It takes your voice

and locks it away.

So no matter how loud you scream,

how long you beg it to stop,

no one will never hear you.

It ensures that any relationship,

apart from the one between you and it,

is cut. 

Or at the very least

kept at arm’s length.

It takes everything

until the only way to get rid of it,

is to get rid of you.

Dermatillomania

When I’m feeling 

stressed,

anxious,

depressed.

I pick at my skin,

it always helps,

I dunno why.

I’m always picking away,

squeezing away,

all the imperfections.

Making imperfections,

while removing them.

I think there imperfections

but 

they might not be there.

I always think,

‘What if I’ve got skin cancer,

I need to squeeze out the skin cancer’.

I think there’s something wrong with me 

cause 

I don’t think others think like this.

Claw at their skin,

with fear of disease.

All the while,

most likely,

creating disease.