trolling for the troll so i can cross the bridge
i must get to the other side to where my love is
my love is chocolate coconut almonds
without which i my die or not
trolls are creepy creatures with no love in their hearts
so trolling for the troll i will continue to do
until i catch the creepy creep that keeps me from my due
This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/socs-stream-of-consiousness-saturday-the-rules/
this swirling mass pulling people away
no colours, no control, just unrelenting fear
i grab at them but nothing changes
people i love being taken by grayness
standing, crying, screaming, trying
then someone wakes me, shaking me
first father, then husband, then daughter
then sickness overwhelms me
as fear overwhelms the others
they ask what happened, i try to explain
but mostly i make no sense
after a time no one comes, the mother
said i did it for attention and told the father
not to go anymore, she told the husband the same
he told me to sleep on the couch and to clean up myself
but the daughter, she cleaned me up and held me the rest of the night
the doctor said PTSD and started me on meds, an adult by then
the swirling mass lessened but has never left
living with anothers nightmare that has no seeming beginning or end
is difficult, but living alone now i don’t bother anyone
just shower and change the bed and clean up the floor
i have always disliked going to sleep, i don’t think that will change
I see many post on Depression followed by comments on what that person should do. Some good suggestions, some bad and some just stupid. Before becoming disabled I worked for 20 years in Mental Health then 5 years in Medical Nursing where the Mental Health training helped immensely. I worked with adults, adolescents, substance abusers, and memory disorder patients. I ran therapy groups, did initial assessments with initial diagnoses, wrote policy and procedure manuals and set up programs.
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I love bacon, eggs and bacon, pancakes and bacon, bacon and milk (not mixed together, silly)or bacon and anything you want it with. In fact bacon makes anything taste good, even brussel sprouts. But medical science has told me that it is not good for me…bah humbug. What do they know, really, they keep changing their minds. And the side effects on most drugs we take are really bad, usually the commercials end with death as the worst side effect and they don’t taste good either.
But Bacon taken in moderation is good and has fewer side effects than the medication I’m taken!!
Remember those words said after the Second World War, we didn’t really mean them. Look at the World today, it’s a very sad disgusting place.
Ethnic Cleansing….http://www.munfw.org/archive/50th/4th1.htm
Slavery…http://philcenedella.com/stop-slavery-2014.html
Child Labor…http://www.globalissues.org/article/62/child-labor
And we buy products from the countries that practice these……The next time you before you buy that product marked “made in China” or another country with these practice think about it, yes money is tight but if you buy better made clothing (Not China or any third world country made) it will last longer. I don’t have many clothes but they have served me well for years.
I always make sure I have a couple of sandwiches (usually peanut butter) and bottles water in my car and if it’s cold, blankets I’ve picked up a t garage sales to had out to the homeless on street corners. The thanks I have received every time make me feel a little more human. ( Many are our veterans)
Or those the are physically able, one day a month serving the poor or aged at a place in your area that do this.
Or for those that have the time find the unlicensed animal breeders and turn them in.
If you know a child being abused, do something..call police etc. I personally know what happens when people don’t. This may done without using your own name, but I always give mine (personal).
Right now instead of hearing my phone ring while waiting for me not to answer (yes I meant not because I never know where the phone is), you hear “Bridge Over Troubled Waters”. My sister sings it back as her message but with the words she learned in Chorus, which were wrong (neither of us should ever sing in public) or she makes up a song to the tune of “Oklahoma” which is where I currently live. I sent her a text to tell her I was going to use her singing as my ringback song, I didn’t call because the screeching would damage my ears.
I’m just mean that way.
Very Important
The other day I received a notice in the mail from my son’s school, regarding suicide prevention. I’ve heard so many people make the comment, “They’re just kids. What kind of problems could they possibly have?” It’s great that these people had such a wonderful and simple childhood, that it enables them to make such a statement.
However, this comment is made out of ignorance. To think that children can’t possibly go through anything serious enough that they would contemplate suicide, is absurd. Children go through a lot.
They may not have to pay bills, go to work or raise a family, but they do struggle with school, all types of abuse, bullying and peer pressure. Not only that, they have to go through puberty. That alone can cause a great deal of turmoil in a child’s life.
As adults, we face problems that seem impossible to overcome. They…
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To idiot writer! Your blog is incredibly inspiring and very thought-provoking. *tips virtual hat* thank you for inspiring me to write
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