It’s the same for most mental illnesses.
Those that have never suffered from them cannot entirely understand what’s happening in the mind of the afflicted.
My mental health illness of choice (as if I had any) was depression.Everyone looked for a reason as to why it happened and yes there may have been some reasons but essentially I am predisposed to it.
They also presume medication will fix it when in fact it can’t.It can lessen the impact but the brain and the mind of a ‘ looney’ neuroplaticly savant ( I just made that up so no point googling it) in that it’s like trying to catch the wind and tame it.
I’m rambling a bit but today is a suffering day and writing ,as you well know,calms the mind.Doesnt have to be good writing,just has to be good enough to quiet the mind.
You’re husband is destined for heaven,if there is one,just tell him to keep away from my wife.They are saints in the making.It cannot be easy for either to understand our suffering but without them we probably wouldn’t be here?
One final thing.For all the shit that depression brought it also helped kick open a door that let kindness and compassion flood into me.
I often encounter people in social settings that trivialise or worse vilify those with mental health issues.What they don’t understand is they are only a bees dick away from themselves.
You take care sweetie and I mean that from the heart of my bottom…lol.
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

thank you beautiful Mary it’s just what I’ve been through go through I deeply appreciate the lovely comment and understanding 💕

Powerfully penned, Brenda. The human mind is powerful, but it can be like putting together a puzzle, with very vague directions. Amazing write my friend, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brilliantly penned, Fia. Wonderful storytelling, it kinda reminds me of a sitcom my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

I enjoyed this. Comparing the kiss to drinking water is imaginative–I like it. I need to “see” the action in a story, and that was easy with this. Probably because I’m a very foolish (and hopeless) romantic, I feel bad when romance has to take a back seat to life goals. Maybe she’ll see him again?

One day, perchance, you’ll meet your sophophile 🌼

This is the ever long conundrum between faith and science. One wants to look at the code and prays to the one who created it. The other looks at the code to find a way to break it. Neither of the two just looks at the code in itself and appreciates its beauty.

hello dearest Green I don’t know what to say I often find myself not looking for the code but knowing they are there I struggle not to be triggered by them because all hell breaks lose when I do… this is great it stirs something in me 💕

I confess, I would want to crack the code. But I definitely appreciate the incredible mind it took to create it. I certainly couldn’t.

This is so cool .. a proper little gem & muchly enjoyed .. Neville

Tremendous work.

Excellent poem. Indeed scientific coding has a beauty that many don’t see. Loved this.

John

Your mind has stepped up to questions of why or why not by combining liberty, beauty and logic in what is Your very own. I think! Is similar to an artist dabbing colours on a needed canvas but – obeying the need to experiment. Have you read Simon Singh’s book about codes?

That is a thought. this is a good stream of conscious.

hello beautiful Green this makes me think of wondering where parts of me go when they do beautiful thought provoking write 💕

hello green I have trouble listening I struggle with internal silence great write 💕

Sometimes nobody listens to eachother
Even during years of conversation.
This poem makes you think.
Regards James

Powerful work.

I certainly know that scene, and feel much as you do about it. I’m mostly a quiet type who doesn’t talk a lot, so when I do open my mouth, I want to be heard. What I want and what happens are often not the same, however. Communication should be a two-way street. Your few words are an important statement.