Happinessisnowhere

The things you remember… I remember being asked to read a piece of paper that had written on it: ‘happinessisnowhere’ and to say out loud what it said… “Happiness is nowhere.”
“My daughter showed me this… look again at the words… happinessisnowhere and now when I sepearate them… happiness/is/now/here…”

“It’s all about your mindset.”

This was something that I was introduced to in 2010, that I shared on facebook. It stayed with me. So much so that I named this blog after it.

As a ‘Writer’…

As a ‘writer’, I find inspiration in everyday life. My mind is constantly writing – looking for things I can borrow from. The earth, the universe, strangers, family, friends, loved ones… I find stories in most things, every day. I find myself narrating in my own mind, more times than I can count – most times without even realising. I mentally write stories about things that never even make it onto the page. Every day. Like an addiction. I write without even being conscious of it, it is within me. It is my nature. I observe and I see. I have a mind cramed full of words. But then I don’t. Social situations are not my nature. They are mostly difficult, with rare exceptions. Talking to talk, is not my nature. Talking about myself openly and without prompting is not my nature. But writing. Writing is like a cool breeze on the hottest day of the year. It is a relief. A hope. A wish. Writing is everything. The weights of the world lift off my shoulders as soon as my fingers run across the keyboard. The scratch of a pen against paper fills my soul with such lightness, it makes my breath stop.

The feeling of that last sentence. Of pulling everything together neatly, of feeling that closure… Of getting to have the last word. Just this once… or until the next time that my fingers meet the keyboard.

 

 

I Wished For You, Too

The years have been hard,
A dullness, a dark room without any light.

Hands always stretching out ahead, chasing,
Everything always just out of reach.

I thought of you when I needed some colour in the darkness,
A flash of hope, of what I might one day find.

I always had you in the back of my mind, a faceless silhouette,
An imaginary hand to hold, someone to have my back.

Always a hope, an imaginary person who could never exist,
A mind broken and unrepairable, always wanting the impossible.

A decade later and I found ways to light up my own self,
Ways to heal my own soul.

My imaginary person no longer a hope to be held onto,
A dream lost, acceptance and independence taking its place.

A few more years come to pass,
A complete loss of hope, of self.

A change of scenery,
A new found freedom, new beginnings.

A new person,
Appearing out of nowhere, a shock to the system.

Like a breath of fresh air, a sudden cold shower,
Life was no longer just a dim light, colours were returning.

So many words, positive and freeing,
Butterflies and rainbows and everything else in between.

Nights spent talking, sharing,
Happiness no longer seemingly out of reach.

Fate always finds a way,
Destiny, it seems, cannot be avoided.

Dear You

I always felt like you’ve known me,
I thought of you when I got lonely,
Now there’s nothing else I can do,
This is me reaching out to you
Dear you, I hope you don’t mind me writing, ’cause it’s been some time since we last spoke,
I hope you’re doing more than fine, damn all that time I don’t know where it goes,
Man I bet there’s been some change and in my brain you’ve been doing so well,
I know It’s important, I know I haven’t called but, tell me all there is to tell
I always felt like you’ve known me,
I thought of you when I got lonely,
Now there’s nothing else I can do,
This is me reaching out to you
Dear you, it looks like you must have moved house, the last address I got for you was time ago now,
You’re probably in Spain or the states no doubt, in school I always knew that it was you who’d get out,
I heard you dumped Christeen but that was probably what, 2003,
I bet you’ve got a super hot wife or three, you were always such a player when we were sixteen,
I hope our paths cross sometime, I can’t seem to find your profile online,
Drop me a call, any day or night is fine because I’d love to see your face after such a long time
I always felt like you’ve known me,
I thought of you when I got lonely,
Now there’s nothing else I can do,
This is me reaching out to you
Dear you, me again, obviously it’s a letter, it’s weird writing these to you makes me feel better,
‘Cause sometimes when it’s dark or it’s really bad weather, I feel like I might just feel down forever,
Last night I really felt that might have been it, like I just couldn’t deal with any more shit,
I wanted to disappear and if I think that I did, it would be at least a week before it went noticed,
I wanna go back, back to when we were kids, when we didn’t know pain could feel like this,
When we didn’t know hurt and we didn’t know risk but we all grew up and I guess that’s it,
I always felt like you’ve known me,
I thought of you when I got lonely,
Now there’s nothing else I can do,
This is me reaching out to you
Dear you, it’s strange how quickly we can lose sight, I called your old landline late last night,
I remembered those numbers since ’99, anyway suppose I called because you hadn’t replied,
I got through to your parents, they were so surprised, they asked me if I still lived down park drive,
I got the worst feeling when I heard your dad cry, when your mum took the phone and went outside,
Man, she told me how hard you tried, that it didn’t work out with your kids and wife,
I nearly dropped the phone and had tears in my eyes, when she said, you took your own life last July.
I always felt like I’d known you,
I never thought you would be lonely,
Now there’s nothing else I can do,
This is me reaching out to you.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: LUCY MAYM SPRAGGAN
Dear You lyrics © Cooking Vinyl Publishing

‘Mental Illness is a Myth’

What is mental illness?

Mental illness is a myth. Psychiatrists are not concerned with mental illness and their treatments. In actual practice, they deal with personal, social and ethical problems of living (Szasz, 1972).

This is a question that has crossed my mind on many occasions.
‘What is this?’
‘What is happening?’

Thomas Szasz, a sociologist makes a radical proposition that mental illness is just a way of categorising people based on their behaviours – should their behaviours be ones that society disapprove of.

I have taken this to mean that, should you as an individual, not follow the norms of society and behave in a way that society deems  ‘normal’, you will then be categorised as having one illness or another.

The article I am reading goes on to explain this in a way that seems to hit the nail right on the head!

If you talk to God, you are praying; if God talks to you, you have schizophrenia.

If the dead talk to you, you are a spiritualist but if you talk to the dead, you are a schizophrenic.

There is obviously controversy regarding this topic and this particular opinion. Edwin Lemert was very keen to stress that certain labels such as paranoia are constructed out of social processes and relationships, rather than being based on a medical basis. This then ties in with self fulfilling prophecies…

‘Fred is uneasy around people, which in turn makes people uneasy around Fred. After starting a new office job, Fred is invited to the staff Christmas party which he declines feeling as though the night would be an ordeal. Staff feel relieved and do not invite Fred to future social gatherings, assuming that Fred will not want to go. Fred is aware of this night out and feels excluded. Fred then reacts to this by isolating himself more and more and avoiding going into the staff room completely. This then leads to staff talking about Fred covertly, to prevent any further reactions from Fred, however, Fred is aware that people are talking about him. Fred then feel paranoid whenever he is at work.’

Lemert (1972) would argue that this is not paranoia born out of mental illness but based out of reality as Fred is being talked about. If Fred then leaves his job due to this paranoia and starts a new job, his experience will follow him and may then result in a vicious cycle. Fred may go into a new job and not have the confidence to start anew, thus he will be repeating past experiences.

 

Is mental illness based on medical opinion or social norms?

 

Cunningham, J & Cunningham, S (2013). Sociology and Social Work, Null Learning Matters (pp 20 – 22) 

Dream Trip

‘By the time I’m 30, I’ll be recovered enough to go to New York.’ 

I lost years of my life to mental illness, with the hope of one day being able to recover – the one consistent thought being ‘by the time I’m 30…’ By the time I’m 30, I’ll have recovered, faced my fear of flying and be taking a trip to New York City.

The trip of a lifetime, that is going to be filled with so many emotions and so much hope. 

I have the motivation and determination to fund this trip myself, however, there are many barriers in front of me. 

Every little helps.

 

Money has never been something that came to me, it is not something I have ever had a lot of access to and I have always been against the idea of doing this – but here we are. I am not expectant this will help or happen, however, with my finances as they are, my reliance is on my overdraft.

Desperate times call for desperate measures…

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