Monthly Archives: April 2016

Society is sick, not me…

Whilst I support the idea of let’s talk about mental health, get it out in the open, not be afraid to admit our ‘problems’ I feel that this continuing trend  in what is, in fact, labelling people (or people labelling themselves) with anxiety, depression, OCD and any number of ‘disorders’, is dangerous.

I absolutely agree that it is important to not hide away, to pretend all is fine. It’s not ok to feel unable to voice our truth (important point: when I say our I mean absolutely everybody on this earth) when we are finding life difficult.

I know there have been people along the way that have found it difficult that I don’t actually label myself. I don’t label myself*. I don’t say I’m a depressive. I don’t say I have mental illness. This isn’t because I am ashamed. This doesn’t mean that the people who do get labelled/label themselves/say they are a depressive/have a whole host of other ‘mental illnesses/disorders’ are braver than me. Ironically, some of the people who don’t like that I don’t allow the labels for myself, have told me that they admire the fact that I stand up and say so when I think something is wrong rather than going with the crowd, and that they wish they could be like that.

I see being labelled as a negative. I am labelled. I can then be placed in a box and ‘helped’ by treatment (always medication but sometimes with other types of therapy) that apparently makes people with ‘mental health issues’ better.

What about this type of labelling, rather than labelling in a black and white way?  I am a positive person, I always respect and help other people, I do voluntary work as it seems natural to me. What about…. I create personal drawings, paintings, poems for my friends and family which bring smiles to their faces, I am prone to very positive periods in my life. How about a label for the times when I am just living quite simply, not doing very much? Am I labelled by any one of those things? NOPE!

Let’s take a different view that, actually, society is sick… not me. I think I maybe understand why some people take solace in labelling themselves with a ‘mental condition’. Perhaps they feel that if they know what’s wrong with them they can do something about it…yes, I get that. However, what I am asking is that those people don’t look at me as though I am in some sort of denial. I can, in fact, see very, very clearly. Sometimes too clearly, which is why I can find life in this society particularly difficult at times…increasingly more often. Don’t judge me. You who looks at me with your ‘depression’, anxiety’, etc are people just like me, who absolutely hate to be judged but have become judges yourselves.

So, I will NEVER be labelled or label myself. Being labelled is just like being in a box; it has it’s limits, it shuts you off, it can be dark and perhaps a bit boring? Many know, from experience of survival through difficult times, that it is easy and, to a certain degree helpful to build up an imaginary wall around ourselves to ‘protect’, to ‘be safe’. I see labelling as having another wall forced upon you. ‘Getting better’ is surely about unpicking, breaking down the walls around us in a safe way not adding another limiting wall/box (label) tightly around us.

That’s how I feel anyway. We all have different opinions and experiences. That is the point isn’t it…

*Just as an aside, I don’t label myself in any other part of my life either.


Celebrating a Wonderful Woman

I wrote a blog a short while ago with a poem I wrote after my wonderful friend Claire died suddenly. I would like to post the poem again as I have made a few small changes (please see the end of this blog).

One night last week, a few nights before I was to attend the celebration of her life, I was feeling so restless. I don’t know where it came from (well I actually I think I do know….it came from Claire) but I suddenly had a compulsion to draw one of her cats. I chose a picture and got the paper, charcoal, white chalk and eraser out. Not long later (it seemed not long but, as it such a meditative state, I have no idea how much time passes when creating) there in front of me was a drawing of her cat Darcey.

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I am so grateful that I can now recognise the moments when I need to be creating. I have picked up a pen, pencil, piece of charcoal, paintbrush several times over the last few months rather than wallow in sadness, anger or whatever emotion is taking over at that moment in time.

I feel that the creating of the poem and the picture is a fitting tribute to an amazing woman but, more than that, it somehow made me feel close to her even though she is physically not here any more and that has given me some sort of comfort. It has been a therapeutic part of the grieving process. I shared the poem and picture with those that loved her and it felt that it brought some sort of comfort to them too.

Here is the slightly amended poem:

Feeling Feline

So lean…
What do you mean?
Well…you know, lithe and clean?
But, what do you mean?
You are elegant and soft, holding that intelligent head aloft.
Oh, I see….I think…
With your silver sheen
you stretch and preen.
You can be quite a match for those not quite clever enough
to know what you really mean.
I still don’t understand.
Ahhhh, but you are far too special you see, not like them or me.
You are, in fact, so matter of fact…
and yet an enigma, you are cryptic, mysterious and,
let’s face it, you are…
JUST LIKE A CAT.
Now do you see?
With those impossible blue eyes you are
cool as a cucumber, warm as can be.
You live to be free, yet you hold those special ones close.
You give your heart to all those you love,
especially to your dark beauty…
The one who stayed true, the one who really knew you,
Knew you the most…the one that
you knew, you loved.
You love us all…we know and we absolutely without any doubt…
LOVE YOU
Meow…
Meow.

For Claire and all who knew her by RS
5 March 2016