My biggest delusion also felt the most real.
Grief is the bite of the wind on your cheek. Life is the brace of air against your face and your hair standing on end.
Intertwined like two strands, they stood at the bus stop hand in hand. A familiar memory stood next to you is still there years after you saw them last. Look after your mind. Reign in fear and hate because you might be alone at the bus stop one day.
The breath goes in and out. Your breath becomes someone else’s whether you are on your own or not. Keep breathing, that’s what living is.
Sorry yes. That’s ok. I just walked in a tree because I was looking away. Sorry. Errrr. Where was I? Oh yes I’ve got to walk around the tree. Errr yes. Ok. Oh no sorry I got a text, one moment. Oh sorry tree again, I was looking at my phone. Oh the bus is here. Oh sorry driver I don’t have change will a note be ok. Oh wait.. errr. A £20 is my lowest. Sorry. Oh blimey it’s a busy bus isn’t it. I’ll have to stand up. Maybe I should just squeeeeeeeze past some of these people. Sorry. Oh I’m not getting off for a while and these people might be getting off sooner. I’ll squeeeze past another oh sorry. Errr ever so sorry are you getting off now? Sorry I’ll move out of the way so you can get out. Ah. At least there’s a free chair to sit on. Oh sorry my knee just touched your knee I’ll try and close my legs so I take up less room and sit on the outside of the seat. Sorry. Oh sorry you want to get past. I’ll swing my legs back around. Oh sorry you’re getting up, is it your stop? I better let you out. Ah at least I’ve got a window seat. Oh you’re sitting down next to me sorry I’ll tuck my legs in. Sorry, your bag is touching my legs. Ah it is my stop, can you press the bell for me please? Sorry. Ah excuse me you’re still standing, can I squeeeze past? Uh. Sorry. Right. Sorry driver, I mean thank you. Sorry.
Try to remember even the cleverest people are just advanced apes trying to conform to an ideal that is in their head.
The mind is a big place to get lost. The world is bigger. Space is unmeasurably bigger. The unknowns beyond are infinitely bigger.
You can paint tomorrow, today.
Sometimes our emotions are like when we look everyday for that sock we lost 15 years ago.
Stop looking. Something else is in front of our eyes now. Do that instead, even if it’s new or scary…
At least learning will come from trying new things.
We will grow, improve, and get better.
“I was feeling bad because Mr B reacted unexpectedly.”
Thought: ‘I must have annoyed him.’
Feeling: ‘I feel like a bad person for annoying people.’
Behaviour: ‘Not going to social occasion at the pub.’
Physical symptoms: ‘Feeling anxious’.
Balanced thought: ‘Mr B might have issue of his own, maybe he’s got a lot on his mind, or something stressful happened recently to him. I may have annoyed him, but it’s more likely that was not the sole cause. That could be why he reacted like he did.’
Balanced feeling: ‘I feel empathy for Mr B and will check he’s ok tomorrow.’
Behaviour: ‘Go to social occasion at the pub and have a good time.’
Physical symptoms: ‘Drunk.’
- Eat more fibre. (Check nutritional information on packets or go for wholegrains/fruit/veg.)
- Eat less sugar. (Reduce refined sugars – try to limit yourself to less than 20g refined sugars a day. Feel free to eat what fructose and lactose you want.)
- Eat more protein. (I am vegetarian and wasn’t getting enough. Might not be the case for carnivores.)
- Don’t starve yourself of fat/non-sugar carbs.
- Fast for at least 12 hours everyday. (Eg. Between 8pm and 8am.)
- Make breakfast your biggest meal of the day. (Provides energy when you need it the most.)
- Eat more resistant starch. (Wholemeal bread instead of white bread, wholemeal pasta instead of white pasta, brown rice instead of white rice, etc.)
- Drink more water/sugar free drinks.
- Exercise. (CouchTo5k, walking, swimming, cycling, anything that isn’t sitting down all day.)
- One (or more) day a week not thinking about any of the advice above.
Disclaimer: this guide isn’t gospel, it is 100% anecdotal, but it has worked for me.
Imagine not really knowing if you are dreaming or if you are wide awake. You are either feeling super elated or depressed or both at the same time. You can’t talk clearly or communicate how your feeling and you don’t know where you are or what’s going on.
I must hide. My imagination becomes real when I get ill. For shame, I sometimes choose a miserable existence. In theory things must get better from this sad old place. In action, the theory fails magnificently when I get more and more comfortable with my delusions. I feel bad.
I saw a photo of someone and I want to smoke a cigarette with her,
just her, just because…
Well because… She looked lonely as me, she was a pea in a bowl trapped under cling film, I was a glimpse – an image, a moment in time, seemingly screaming alone in an unspent void!
I don’t even smoke anymore.
Take a seat, I’ll be your chair for this evening.
Tired, it won’t be long before you’re leaving.
Take some heat, I’m highly strung tonight.
Giving off warmth, you might, just might, just might pluck my branches until tomorrow afternoon. So let’s fight!
Tomorrow afternoon, we can play and have a sight of the sea, draw the rocks on the beach, weigh up options, how much balance does it take to say thanks for being a snapshot.
Lass, you move differently to how I guessed, but you leave me shaking, dissecting truth from my words, you are everything I need. Of course you might never know if the mirrors aren’t set up well. If the angles are wrong and the camera isn’t set.