Stigma Video

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#achoicetovoice I've uploaded a short video of myself talking about my ill mental health and what I,ve suffered with. I feel it helps take off some of the weight, and release some pressure. I don't worry what people think anymore, but I know others do and this a massive thing people have to deal with – the thought of being judged. I'm trying to encourage people to upload their videos of what they suffer with and talk briefly about issues that maybe they been too nervous or afraid to say to others. I should say only do this if you feel in safe place mentally to do so. In the comfort of your own company tell the world a little of yourself and your experience. It may help others, and give a little shift in ending the stigma. It may also give people a bit more understanding of how you see life. A glimpse behind your eyes. Once you say it out loud, it gives it substance,makes it real, and then possibly easier to deal with. A chance to be open and honest and share a bit of yourself in 60 seconds. Use any language as emotions are universal. Once again only upload if you feel safe. So please if you feel safe and well to do please share your video. There are millions of people who struggle world wide with ill mental health. Together we can share our stories and prove we're not alone, even if it feels that way. Use the hashtag – #achoicetovoice #anxiety #depression #bipolar #videos #suicide #stigma #music #film #poetryencryptionmind #writers #mentalhealthawareness #nerves #socialanxiety #isolation #crying #celebrity #ocd #addict #obsessive #compulsive #obsession #syndrome #talk

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Where we Belong

No-one speaks of the son
The true pick pocket of the mind
The embezzler of certainty
Who mocks the deaf and blind

Though master keeps the throne
The aire runs the house
Faceless threat of the scare dimension
Who strung his kids and spouse

Escape never earned
No retreat, only forward
Scarring for the returned
Whipping for a coward

As mortal life is sucked
You die imagining of fairy tales
Reality smells of torture
Of crucifixion from rusty nails

Death bed made in plain sight
Implants dreams of no tomorrow
Sleep tight on pools of blood
A grave so deep and shallow.

Treading Water

Choose to climb
and escape the stone walls
that close in
like a dampening breath to the neck,
The goosebumps are real
coldness can’t be faked
neither can the dread which creeps from below,
Move or perish
from the hesitant pause
that captures indecisive minds
freezing the will to submission.
So climb,
Or leave it to fate,
Let go and fall in to emptiness
become weightless in body and mind,
Float down star shaped
with eyes unable to close
as you look upward bidding farewell
to life,
part of the punishment of surrendering to hell,
Light dissolves in seconds
free falling in to darkness
to an eternal expanse.
Deviant whispers from nowhere
keep you from sleep
and peace,
A choice to make,
Fall and drown forever as a prisoner
or climb and fight.

Half Life

When time passes by what’s left. Regret, guilt and shame, being bored?. Is that a life to live, a story to share with young loved ones.

No, procrastinating is an humorous excuse used too often. If you want to live a calm, comfortable life then that’s fine, but don’t talk bigger, or imagine a better future if you’re happy.

No-one wants to hear stories of excuses and what-if stories of things that could’ve happened to them.

Lost dreams take up to much air space and mind room. There’s nothing to stop a productive imagination reproducing what it sees. Living the dreams that seem far away.

You just have to want it bad enough, to be bothered to try and grasp it with both hands.

Everyone loves a trier, even if you fail you tried. Tell the story of how you went for it, how you followed your heart. It’s an adventure if nothing else.

There’s no way to recreate the feelings of a light bulb moment when it hits. The excitement it projects.

Do it before it’s too late.

This speech is inside my head every day. My gut telling me I want more. And there’s only one way…

Mazes

Whichever way round I end up when I pass, it won’t last

Even in death I won’t find the right path

Mind pulling up and then channelling down

When I’m lost do I even make a sound?

Limbo is my forevermore, bleak is my host

Life or death, in people’s eyes, I’m just a ghost.