Tearing chunks…..

Whenever i blog, it is always intensely personal, some my ask why i choose to share such personal experiences or details. Like with every image i create it is a release, a release from the emotion. In each image someone will gain something, relate in some way to words or the picture. Everyone can relate to relationships, whether they be platonic, or something else. Everyone can relate to sadness as at some point our sunflower smiles has decayed like the autumn leaves. Throughout the last three years i have experienced a relationship like no other. I found such a deep connection, so powerful. I also experienced such twisted actions and I suppose as human what i endured i projected back. The truth is when is enough ever enough? When your mind has been broken, or your heart? When do you say I cannot do this no more. I say it in a moment of strong, yet my moment of weakness i wish i didn’t. And i long for what i had back. Afflicted with a unbalanced mind is a cruel twist in which fate gave me. Sometimes i can be irrational sometimes i can be logical sometimes i can be predictable other times dangerous. I think too much and love too deep. I have bipolar disorder… though the doctors now think it is personality disorder. Which one i do not care to be labelled with as each are nailed to me with things i cant control. But oh lord from the depths of my soul i wish i could. The way someone can have a best friend, loyal kind and protective to the death. That best fried with unconditional love that you could place your life in their hands. Thats what most people have, thats the relationship most have with their mind. I wonder if it is as calm and comforting as i imagine it to be. I hope that if i was granted a fairytale mine would be to own a mind not a enemy that fights me for every breath i try to gasp.

No one can understand what a mental illness is, not even those who have one i suppose, as we don’t know what its like to be ‘normal’ but for me, being normal sure looks good. People who are ‘normal’ or who do not suffer from the enemy of their mind, can understand other people as they know what its like to feel like the other person, think like the other person. Its like talking the same language. But if you have a fractured mind, you talk another language and even those who do also carry a fracture will only understand so much of what you speak. Like broken english. This effects everything, and makes everything a chore, from even thinking to not thinking, from talking to even breathing. And when you have a unbalanced mind you have these two things that have to be stabilised, a pill is never a cure, if anything its worst. Still alive but barely breathing, is how i would describe medication. It takes the edge of the pain, the edge of the thoughts, but it makes you live and watch people talk  language you wish you could learn. You resent these perfect people who look like they can have these perfect relationships, these stable lives. Then it just makes you sad. Why was i put on this earth to watch this, what punishment is this, its torture.A anti- psychotic pill and a mood stabiliser thats what i take everyday. They are sat in-front of me right now. Almost laughing at the fact i need them more than they need me, without them i’m in a hell on earth. But with them i’m in a hell on earth that makes me less suicidal, less aware… the walking dead in a way. Existing and watching others live.  Have you every thought of the way you turn music up on a hifi system, you turn it up so loud the room shakes with vibrations,nothing is clear everything is just amplified. Yeah well thats the up i get, like i’m a human whose had an amplifier plugged into me where i feel, think , hear everything 100% more than most humans, to the point of insanity. And then on a low, like a person can be paralyzed from the neck down i’m paralyzed from the neck up. My body can work, but my mind tells it no to, my mind shuts down, it hates me and itself and it doesn’t exactly switch of it just lays idle. In a state of limbo… to the point of the only thing you feel is this heavy heavy leaden feeling throughout your body. You want to almost break out of this shell and run, but you cant, because you have been injected with this serum that all hope has just left the world. The colours of everything change, as hope has gone.

When Isolation become your only friend, your thoughts however bully9ing your only comfort.  I have been told i over react i go ‘mental’ when someone hurts me, emotionally. Yes i do. Attack is the first form of defence…. in a way. But when i have thought about why i do this, i know why, because how can you expect someone who feels everything so deeply, react so mildly. The oceans depths are unknown, and its capabilities with such a unpredictable deep thing. How can you not expect a tsunami when it reacts. What did you expect a puddle? Thats kind of foolish of you. logic comes in the form of…. if something happens once, there is no certainty it will happen again. But if i happens twice it will surely happen again. So if someone expects something to happen as it has happened so many times before then logic is that it will happen again. Yet, I am told this is not logic. Maybe thats my fucked up mind, that thinks that this seems accurate. As thats what i am told. I have no logic. I would say its less about logic and more about trust. But if i cannot trust my own mind, how can i expect to trust you or yours. You don’t speak the same language as me ….remember?  How is a person to explain how it feels to another to die if they have never experienced it. I don’t even know what i am trying to say or if i am even saying it properly to a degree where i am somewhat understood.  If a person has coloured skin, its wrong and degrading to call them a nigger. And rightly so. If someone is disabled it is wrong to call them crippled or a retard or spastic. And rightly so, its degrading and humiliating. If someone has a broken mind, people call them a nut case…. a freak. People turn their backs and create more prejudice against these people than anyone else. Why? because how can you understand something you cant see or feel yourself, as a ‘normie’ Skin colour someone can understand they understand history, they understand discrimination and how a colour is irrelevant. People who see a person without a leg, could imagine how hard life might be for them. If someone has special needs, people can see the difference in their actions their appearance.

 

But what if there was a white person, who looked like a ‘normie’ ( a normal person) and they had all limbs, no appearance to assume they are incapable of the things you are. )emotions, stability, ability to process thoughts) You wouldn’t mind sitting with this person on a bus at this point, maybe even being locked in a elevator with them for 48 hours. You would assume you could have a polite, maybe intellectual or funny conversation. Or like humans do, interact to find some common ground of interest to be able to relate to this person and understand them. How about if they spoke Russian and you spoke English and neither of you could understand a word each other said. Well it would be a silent bus journey after you established you cannot relate to each other. And even a awkward 48 hours in a lift of sideward glances and  half hearted smiles.  Now what if the person ended up talking to themselves or less take it back a few steps. Say they spoke english and you did too. And as easy as you asked for their name they can disclose they have multiple personality disorder, bipolar disorder, split personality disorder, or psychosis. Well then you would be counting the stops till the bus pulled in at your stop. The elevator would become a prison where your heart would beat a little faster. And you would pray to god they had taken their medication that day, or they don’t have a episode while you are stuck in this space. You essentially would be on your best behaviour to not provoke a reaction. As most people do not know of the complexities of mental health conditions. Yet most people can name and disclose symptoms of various cancers. maybe its not a stigma maybe its a ignorance. What if this person then started talking to themselves … maybe like a religious person would in pray. This would be alarming, but a nun talking to herself in pray would not. And no doubt when you escaped the journey from the bus or the elevator i’m sure you would say to someone you knew…. ‘ I just got stuck in a lift with a nut job’  but not ‘ i got stuck in a lift with a cripple, or nigger.  Yet to degrade someone who cant change but would love to change their mental health disorder is like condemning a black person for the colour of their skin. It cant be helped.

 

Then how do these people go about living and relating to ‘normies’ they know they are different. They know they are not accepted. But do they go demanding respect or understanding, no…. they hide away isolate themselves in a corner and hope and pray they haven’t got to fight for anything else that day, as fighting with their mind and emotions is hard enough. And too much for them to deal with as it is.  If you do some how encounter someone with a mental illness be a little bit extra kind, they will appreciate it more than anyone. And never ever give or bully anyone no matter how normal they look, because they haven’t got their diagnosis of cancer, or mental disorder, or dementia or Parkinson’s nailed to their forehead. It don’t mean they aint fighting their own battles and loosing their self worth every second … as they are loosing hope.

 

If you ever have the fortune of ever falling in love with someone who has a mental health disorder…. know you have fallen for a warrior who fights every day to be as good and normal as you. Know that certain knocks will have different effects…. they can love deeper than oceans can be measured, but they can react like tsunamis when they feel something they cant control. Know that the person who doesn’t trust their own mind, has to trust you, and your mind, as like a guide dog to the blind you become their logic their reasoning. You become the calming pill no doctor can prescribe…. because no pill has patiences no pill can understand or try to….. no pill possess the ability to love, the strongest most purest emotion in the world. No pill can protect them from harm… no pill can hug you when you cry. Send you words of support, and make you smile with good times. So if you do fall in love with someone with a mental health disorder you could be their panacea… Their cure to a happier more worthwhile life. But also know it will never be easy, but if you can teach each other the language you speak, and how you love and receive love and understand that from each other …. then what other language needs to be spoke… love is a language understood by all….

 

I have a mental health disorder and it adds to me and takes stuff away from me. If i am mental, then when i am not i am funnier than most. If i am sad i am more perceptive and creative than most. If i am a nut job, then i will love and care more than most. If i am weird, then odds are i will surprise you more than most. If i am unstable chances are that i will be more thoughtful or supportive than most. I have flaws and if i cant always speak the same language as you, then just turn it into the language i can speak….. how i receive love, don’t be too angry or mad with me, as i’m probably already angry and frustrated at myself. Insulting me wont help. putting me down wont neither. Because then i will leave bruises on you, just like you have on me. Then we are just two people not in love anymore.