A haven for creative people living with mental illness. This is the place where you can tell it like it is, not yet another place where you have to pretend to be someone you've been told you should be.
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Graham Lester's Poetry Blog: We Shall Live On
Monday, March 29, 2021
Naughty Netherworld Press: Come As You Are Party: Visions of Kanye West: Welc...
Sunday, March 28, 2021
Come As You Are Party: Dark Hearts Love Too: End of the Road (Kyrielle)
Saturday, March 27, 2021
Blow Your Stack Saturday: I'm Not Special or an Inspiration and I Don't Want to Be
I suppose people mean well, but I find it demeaning and the trepidation at being confronted with praise for going out and taking a walk makes me not want to go out.
Anyway, this post inspired me to lay down these thoughts, which means it was thought-provoking, and that's good. So, thank you!
Friday, March 26, 2021
Dark Hearts Love Too: Small Flies and Other Wings
Thursday, March 25, 2021
The Hidden Self
This is a response to a post by Pensitivity 101.
I always hated working in an office setting, having to pretend I was someone I wasn't. To a degree, though, the same applied when I was working as a bartender in a casino.
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Rainbow: a model office worker
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
Dark Hearts Love Too: The Ugly Duckling
Friday, March 19, 2021
Becky Flade, Author: Half Price for Every Device #MFRWHooks
Thursday, March 18, 2021
Rainbow Lyrics and Mellow Mushrooms: Rainbow Snippet 3/13/2021
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Life with ADHD
This is a response to a post by Veronica Scott.
"She shook her head, annoyed at herself for having a scatterbrained mind and thoughts skittering like demented butterflies right now" sounds like the story of my life with ADHD. I've always had people tell me to "just" stop being so scatterbrained, stop daydreaming, pay attention, stop being so self-absorbed.
The funny thing is, I'm conversely quite capable of hyper-focus. I've only just started learning to accept and work with my ADHD (and myself as a whole, really,) and I'm 56 years old.
Sorry, I sometimes hyper-focus on a small piece of what I've read if it really grabs me as this sentence did.
Image by Please Don't sell My Artwork AS IS from Pixabay
Note: Today is my brother's 52nd birthday. It is also Saint Patrick's Day. So, happy birthday to one who's a saint and one who ain't.
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
Mes crazy expériences: WeWriWar 342: The House at the Crossing 50
Monday, March 15, 2021
Guerrero Words: Monsters in Love
Sunday, March 14, 2021
This is a response to a post by Jim.
I wasn't expecting that ending--quite a one-two punch!
Addiction is still a very misunderstood issue.
When I was in elementary school, I had a friend who was a preacher's daughter. She was one of those nice Christians who practiced what she preached. I knew far too many of the other kind.
Even though I was still quite religious at that point in my life, I was glad that my father was a professor rather than a preacher.
Saturday, March 13, 2021
Friday, March 12, 2021
This is a response to a post by Rallentanda.
My family is white as paste. One of my cousins married a black woman. One would think that it would be the oldsters who would be appalled, but my grandmother (RIP) simply said "it wasn't done in my day, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be done." It was the younger relatives who were awful about it.
The marriage didn't survive. In part because of my cousin's wife's depression after giving birth to conjoined twins who died a few hours after being born, but in greater part because of pressure and lack of support from family.
At my grandmother's funeral, I overheard my other cousins gossiping about my cousin's ex-wife, whom I'd met for the first time and who was trying her hardest to get along. It made me feel ashamed to be part of my family.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
Thursday, March 11, 2021
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
The Plain Truth
I feel an all too familiar pain in my soul
As I look out through foggy glass surrounded by weathered pane
And realize that I will never be on top of anything
Not even if I take a plane to the stars
It is plain to me that my most troubled relationship
Has always been the one that I have with myself
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Denise Covey: #WEPff FEBRUARY - 'Woman in Gold', Inspired by 'TH...
Friday, March 5, 2021
If I Had Only...
This is my response to a post by C. Lee Mackenzie.
As someone who has been sexually assaulted, I resonate with the feeling of wondering what I did to provoke it. Even years after the event, I wonder if maybe I could have prevented it if I had behaved differently at the time.
The image that I chose for the post reminds me of a dream that I had at six years old. In a tomb within a pyramid was a woman wrapped in bandages like a mummy whose body had been cut into perfect cubes, yet she remained alive. Her face had not been wrapped. She was anywhere between 25 - 40 years old. Her eyes were closed and her expression was one of sadness and resignation to her fate. There were at least two men in the tomb with her. I could sense that she felt like she might as well play dead because a woman is not allowed to live her own life, she must live to serve man.
I can't recall being consciously aware of the prevalence of chauvinistic attitudes and the fact that women are always supposed to be pretty and compliant while men can look however they look and do whatever they like, but I suppose that I must have had some awareness of the inequalities that I was destined to face because I was a girl. I wasn't pretty, but I wanted to be. Still, perhaps there was an awareness that being perceived as pretty is a trap too. It sucks to only be desired for beauty.
Even at that young age, I was aware of the way that men looked at women and what they expected of women. My mother did not get to have her name as "Susan Ornery" or even "Mrs. Susan Ornery" on her credit card. The name on the credit card was "Mrs. Roger Ornery." The department stores and credit card companies viewed married women as their husband's property.
At six years old, I had the silly idea in my head that I wanted to have twelve children named after each month of the year. I later altered this to the more sensible idea of having twins, a boy named Glen and a girl named Glenda, because I loved Glen Campbell's song "Rhinestone Cowboy." However, I knew damn well that I never wanted my name on my credit card to be "Mrs. Dick Grayson," even though I was head over heels in love with Burt Ward as Robin. Even if I changed my last name, the first name on my credit card would be my own.
I honestly see that dream as precognitive. I have had a difficult go of things and many of the abuses that I have endured are 100% because I am female and there are a lot of angry males in the world who use women and children as punching bags.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~