This poem contains strong language, and this was the end of a week that seemed to last a year.
REALLY important day for me today, so much so that I wasn’t able to record the audio until Friday for this. This is a poem about understanding what a particular word finally means, and accepting what I am in a wider framework.
Today, I worked out a major stumbling block to my own mental health issues in the supermarket. Every epiphany counts, regardless on where you find them 😀
Yes indeed, these poems really do end up following a pattern, involving people online upsetting the collective calm. It’s a good thing we’re in Mental Health Awareness Week starting on Monday, it’s time to cleanse the palette…
This poem, guys. This is probably one of the most important things I ever wrote. No, you don’t get to know why, it just *is* and that’s all that matters.
It’s been a week when, yet again, People on the Internet have been unreasonable. This will never change, and so as a result, I need to. It’s being worked on. For now, here’s a poem about it.
My daughter’s currently obsessed with a couple of songs about the inevitability of death, whilst I’m over here, just grateful to hold it together for another day and not look like I was flattened by a steamroller along the way. This is named after a piece of music which my husband considers samey algorithmic nonsense, but I find rather soothing. You can’t have everything in a marriage.
I am becoming acutely aware of the disparity of what I know is taking place around me at any given moment and how my brain processes this information. It’s a disconnect, and this is not the first time I have felt this way before. It’s another part of the puzzle which I’ll deal with when I talk to the mental health people next week. Until then, here’s the reminder that your eyes sometimes lie to you because they’re not fast enough to process reality as it happens…
Monday’s optimism was a little tarnished today, mostly because I forgot Rule #1 of the Internet: don’t let other people’s success diminish your own achievement. Sometimes it can be hard to be objective, and then you remember all the good work you have done and everything is okay again. Everyone started somewhere, after all. This is as good a space as any for me to begin.
Yeah. There’s gonna be a lot of mental health poetry in the next few months. Don’t say I didn’t give you plenty of warning.