Archive for November, 2015

Writer’s block B-gone

Friday, November 13th, 2015

What better way to get your writing going than a good ole piece of smutty smut, a pure plot-what-plot.

-Are you not coming to the shower? You should. There’s a whole lot of me all over your thighs. I’m worried they might stick together.
She put her hands on her eyes. –Is there any way you could be more disgusting?
He winked at her and flashed a wide smile. That was the face that could get anything from her, anytime.
-I hate you.
-Yea yea. I’ve heard it all before. You’ll be all over this -, he gestured to all of himself. –In no more than five minutes. Come on, get up, he extended his hand and she took it.
Of course.

Stigma

Friday, November 6th, 2015

Ever since I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder, I’ve been pretty open about it. I for instance have never felt the need to whisper in the chemists when picking up my medication, nor have I failed to report to for instance a dentist that I’m taking meds for this particular mental illness. I’ve told pretty much all my friends about it and have mostly been getting good feedback about it.

Why?

Because I think it’s high time people stopped thinking mental illnesses as some kind of taboo. I hate the stigma that mentally ill people still get in the society. People give you looks and expect you to be a raving lunatic just because you go to a therapist. No. We are pretty average people, who just have chemical imbalance on our brain. Sometimes it makes us act a little different from you, but it might as well be that you don’t even notice it.

It’s also the stereotypes that need to be done away with. Depression isn’t feeling unhappy all the time. Depression is the fear that happiness never returns. Depressed people can laugh and go out, but they can also be locked up inside, not being able to muster the courage to get out of bed. It’s not like they wouldn’t want to go out, it’s just when the mere thought of putting shoes on is so exhausting that you’d rather stay in bed.

Mania isn’t just feeling high and happy and accomplishing things superfast. It’s feeling irritated because people in your life move too slow, things happen too slowly and everything is too damn slow and you’re so full of life that you feel like you’ll burst. It can be very painful mixed episode, where your thoughts run amok but they’re bad thoughts.

But most of the time we bipolar crazies look like normal, everyday people, we deal with the same shit you do and we go on living much like you do.

So please, stop the stigma. We’re people, not our disorder.