Mental Health Awareness Week: Stop the Pain.

It’s Mental health awareness week this week and Clive at Take it Easy is an advocate for this cause each year having read his posts I am joining him today to highlight the plight of people suffering. Please read Clive’s post the link is above. To his post 2024.

I can’t laugh too hard, I’m on a diet
I’m trying to lose myself
You ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it’s a riot
Ev-e-ry Sun-day night

I binge, and I barf
’cause I carry the
Scars of an eight-year-old
Whose mother applied the same rules
To her kid’s body
as her own

I think you’ll leave me soon
Though I’ve no proof of it
But I’ll make it easier for you
By being a little bitch

And this is just a theory
But I think the reason
Why I’m scared you’ll croak is:

The only male influence I’ve had
After daddy up and left
Were my mother’s weekend lovers
And their alcoholic breaths

I’ll tell you what caused it
If you’ll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)

Yes, I’ll tell you what caused it
If you’ll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
I’ll tell you what caused it
If you’ll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)
Yes, I’ll tell you what caused it
If you’ll handle the effects (whoa!)

I can’t laugh too hard, I’m on a diet
I’m trying to lose myself
You ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it’s a riot
Ev-e-ry Sun-day night

I am highlighting two singers who have had really hard times with mental issues. Ladies First? Maria Viktoria Mena (born 19 February 1986) is a Norwegian pop singer, best known for her singles such as “You’re the Only One“, “Just Hold Me”, and “All This Time” which charted in multiple countries.

Maria Viktoria Mena was born to a Norwegian mother and Charles Mena, a Nicaraguan-American drummer of Afro-Nicaraguan descent. There was a common misconception that her mother is a playwright, but Mena debunked this in an interview. Both Maria and her brother, Tony, are named after characters from Leonard Bernstein‘s West Side Story.

Her father was born in BluefieldsNicaragua where he lived until he was 10, at which point he and his mother, Mena’s paternal grandmother, moved to New York. After moving to Norway in 1986, he played in several bands in Oslo, which influenced Mena to write and record her own music. When Mena was nine years old, her parents divorced. As a teenager, she began to battle depression and various eating disorders such as anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa, as spoken of in her lyrics, interviews, concerts, and social media. Mena has spoken of battling depression and PTSD as an adult, and seeking help.

Mena cared for her younger brother Tony for many years. When Mena was 13 years old, she moved to live with her father. She sang and wrote lyrics as a form of self-soothing. “My Lullaby”, a song from Mena’s diary, expresses her pain from her parents’ divorce. Mena’s father contacted acquaintances in the music industry to record a demo. Presenting his daughter’s demo to several record companies, Sony Music signed Mena to their label aged 16.

Here is one of my early poem on Mental distress.

STOP  THE  PAIN 

it  is  eating  me  again!

Sharp, sharp steel blade

The  only  rlief , the only  difference  made.

STOP  THE  PAIN 

Before  it  takes  my life  in vain

Please  show  me  a better  way

I can’t  bleed  through  another day.

STOP  THE  PAIN 

I don’t  want  to stay  the same.

Please, please  just someone help me

Save  me from  myself, don’t let death  be  the only thing  to free me!!

STOP  THE  PAIN 

My lips are  sealed I am still sane.

Yet I cannot talk I cannot  tell you.

But  I want  your help, honestly  true. 

STOP  THE  PAIN 

it  is  eating  me  again!

Sharp, sharp steel blade

The  only  rleief , the only  difference  made.

© willowdot21

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Next Ren and I warn you this is very hard to watch as this young man has really gone through the mill and you can hear it in the word.

Ren Eryn Gill (born 29 March 1990), known professionally as Ren, is a Welsh singer-songwriter, rapper, producer, actor, and director. Ren has been a member of Trick the Fox and the Brighton-based busking band The Big Push, and has independently released the studio albums Freckled Angels (2016) and Sick Boi (2023).

Ren gained wide attention with the 2022 music video “Hi Ren”, which addresses illness and mental health. The video was nominated in the Best Music Video category at Camerimage in 2023.

Sick Boi reached number one on the UK Albums Chart on 20 October 2023. In the United States, the album debuted at number 137 on the Billboard 200, and Ren reached number four on the Billboard Emerging Artists chart.

Ren has spoken publicly about living with Lyme disease and related chronic health problems. He has said that before receiving a Lyme disease diagnosis in 2015, he was treated for depression and was also misdiagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome and bipolar disorder.

Ren has Lyme disease, which went undiagnosed for many years, leaving him with ongoing health problems.  Since becoming sick, Ren has said that his life’s work has been closely related to looking for better ways to deal with mental health issues.

Ren’s symptoms started in 2009. He was attending Bath Spa University at the time, and his symptoms caused him to struggle with his studies. His symptoms continued to worsen, getting to the point where he was bedridden for up to 23 hours a day.

For years, he went from doctor to doctor and therapist to therapist, trying to find out what was wrong with him. Lyme disease was misdiagnosed as bipolar disorder, because initially his symptoms would come and go. He was also misdiagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome and depression. He was given numerous medications. His health only got worse and worse. When conventional treatments didn’t work, he tried numerous supplements and turned to alternative health practitioners and spiritual healing practices. Nothing worked. As a result, he developed stress-induced psychosis and PTSD.

Please be aware of those who are suffering.

Mental Health Awareness Week: Don’t Stand Alone.

Mental Health Awareness Week in the UK for 2026 runs from Monday 11 May to Sunday 17 May. Hosted by the Mental Health Foundation, this annual campaign focuses on taking action to support good mental health, with 2026’s theme centering on “Action” to improve mental well-being. Clive at Take it Easy wrote an excellent post reminding us of Mental Awareness please do pop across and read it.

Well Clive’s post encouraged me to share a post I wrote back in 2011 . It’s about the silent sufferers of depression, mental illness, loneliness, those who are so lost they can not see an answer to what they see as their pointless existence. I wrote this from a female perspective but this could be for anyone of any gender.

I Stand Alone.

I stand alone apart from all the others because of fear. If I should reach out to say hello they may reject me.

I am one of many in a country, on a planet in a galaxy within a universe one of the lost, one of the cursed.

I stand alone in a room full of people I know. They smile and say my name then they turn away to someone more interesting …. it is like a cruel game.

I stand alone at work I do the things the others do , use the computer, carry files take notes speak with clients nothing new. I eat my lunch at my desk or walk in the park .Leave the office late and get home in the dark.

A woman in a green sweater holding a drink looks contemplative in a crowded pub

photo by WP. A.I. and me.

I stand alone in the bar where I have joined my colleagues for a drink. They seem so together. The alcohol does not help in fact it just makes me sad. I say goodbye but no one notices. I leave the bar and hail a cab the alcohol and night air conspire to make me dizzy.

I stand alone in my flat again, and cry , on my own as ever. I don’t always want this just to be the place I own. I want it to be a home. I need to make the effort I need to reach out, but always in the background echoes doubt.

What am I to do,why did I build that invisible barrier why don’t I let anyone in. Family think I am coping well living my best life. If I told the truth would it be such a sin. It is so hard to drop my guard. I don’t know what their reaction would be, to open up is so very hard for me.

I stand alone in the bathroom and look at my reflection it is not so good just look at my complexion. Sunken and gaunt my eyes look dead and I am just so pale. I have had enough. I don’t care if I succeed or fail.

I have to try harder if I am to live. I know somewhere inside I have lots to give. So it doesn’t matter how much it hurts me I have to make the move and set myself free. It has come to this, the choice I have to make. I either make an effort with the world or I attend my own wake.

I stand alone in the bedroom I am looking in the wardrobe I need to pick my brightest colours my highest heels. I need to lift my soul. Tomorrow I will decide if I knock down the barrier and let them all inside or if not to look my best so they can say “she looked beautiful when she died.” Shall I choose life or suicide?

SONG Lyric Sunday: Dark Thoughts

Good Sunday morning to everyone I hope you are well. This week Jim Adams our host for Song Lyric Sunday as asked for songs about depression. .. This is a dark subject and I have picked two songs by Maria Mina  Also one song from Sia. Maria has suffered from depression, as you will see from her bio ( from Wikipedia) since she was a child.

I have interspersed some of my poetry about depression, which come from darker times in my life . I hope no one minds

Dark  is  the  night , heavy  this pain  I bear

Empty  feelings , black  thoughts emotions  flair.

The  pain is  eating me  up pounding in  my  head

Evil, sugar sweet voices tell me I’d be better off dead!

I cannot  breath my chest is too  tight

The  horrors  crawl  towards  me  every night

They  engulf my  very essence strangle  my  soul

They  rip  me  open  and  devour  me  whole.

So dark  the  night  so  dark  my  soul in such plight

I need someone to find me  and  lead  me  to  the light.

One  more  cut, one  more  pill, I pray it will be my last

My ugly  face, my  ugly  body into the black pit  be cast.

Cut  my arms until  they bleed

Cover  them up  to hide  my  need.

Have  another  drink  and  take more  pills

Fall into  oblivion  to  escape  my  ills. 

© willowdot21. 2017    

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For  those  suffering  with  depression

Maria Viktoria Mena (born 19 February 1986) is a Norwegian pop singer, best known for her singles such as “You’re the Only One“, “Just Hold Me”, “All This Time” which charted in multiple countries.

Maria Viktoria Mena was born to a Norwegian mother and Charles Mena, a Nicaraguan-American drummer of Afro-Nicaraguan descent. There was a common misconception that her mother is a playwright, but Mena debunked this in an interview.[1] Both Maria and her brother, Tony, are named after characters from Leonard Bernstein‘s West Side Story.

Her father was born in BluefieldsNicaragua where he lived until he was 10, at which point he and his mother, Mena’s paternal grandmother, moved to New York. After moving to Norway in 1986, he played in several bands in Oslo, which influenced Mena to write and record her own music. When Mena was nine years old, her parents divorced. As a teenager, she began to battle depression and various eating disorders such as anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa, as spoken of in her lyrics, interviews, concerts, and social media. Mena has spoken of battling depression and PTSD as an adult, and seeking help. 

Mena cared for her younger brother Tony for many years. When Mena was 13 years old, she moved to live with her father. She sang and wrote lyrics as a form of self-soothing. “My Lullaby”, a song from Mena’s diary, expresses her pain from her parents’ divorce[citation needed]. Mena’s father contacted acquaintances in the music industry to record a demo. Presenting his daughter’s demo to several record companies, Sony Music signed Mena to their label aged 16

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Sia Kate Isobelle Furler (/ˈsiːə/ SEE-ə; born 18 December 1975) is an Australian singer and songwriter. Born and raised in Adelaide, she started her career as a singer in the acid jazz band Crisp in the mid-1990s. When Crisp disbanded in 1997, she released her debut studio albumOnlySee, in Australia. She moved to London and provided vocals for the British duo Zero 7. Sia released her second studio album, Healing Is Difficult, in 2001, and her third, Colour the Small One, in 2004. Read more here.

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Slowly,  silently an inch at a time

The darkness covers  me like slime

Hastily built walls afford no defense

Hope conspicuous by absence

Tendrils of dread grab

At your  sad soul

Swallows you whole

No hope

Slope

© willowdot21 2014

*****

STOP THE PAIN
It is eating me again!
Sharp, sharp steel blade
The only relief , the only difference made.
STOP THE PAIN
Before it takes my life in vain
Please show me a better way
I can’t bleed through another day.
STOP THE PAIN
I don’t want to stay the same.
Please, please just someone help me
Save me from myself, don’t let death be the only thing to free me!!
STOP THE PAIN
My lips are sealed I am still sane.
Yet I cannot talk I cannot tell you.
But I want your help, honestly true.
STOP THE PAIN
it is eating me again!
Sharp, sharp steel blade
The only relief , the only difference made.

*****

© willowdot21 2015

Torment.

google images

It rages in my head
It’s hunger goes unfed.
Crawling like an almighty dread,
Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.

The need and greed consumes me,
It ripples through my brain
Pushing me beyond the brink of pain.
To lift me high then dash me down again .

They crawl and grab
They lunge and stab.
Body to body soul to soul
They creep through my head to reach their goal.

They grapple they bite and suck.
I cry and curse my luck.
The sword fights the cross
It starts to burn
Thundering through my head I yearn.

To be eased, appeased
Sated and pleased.
Barren dried out and teased.
It is eating me up never letting me rest.
I need it, I demand it this is not a request.
It’s driving me mad
Making me sad.
I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.

It is gnawing me, goring me,
Splitting me in two
They all creep inside me what am I to do.
Help me, help me I am going mad
Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 83: (PRIDE) in the C rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Thoughts spiral like demons on wings
Drowning in confusion I fall
No one listening to my call
Cought in the maddnes my brain stings.
Caught in the fear this harsh life brings.
Your strong words blow me apart, wide.
Can’t fight anymore, I’ve no pride.
Beaten me down, I’ve lost my soul.
You ripped it out and ate it whole.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 347 ACHE and Ease.

Image from Pixabay.

Ache and ease.
This ache is constant
Midas like it mars my life.
Nothing can ease it.

Ronovanwrite’s.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge

Tree of Hope

6 years ago  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

Hope?

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying?

One  step forward three back .

Covers for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

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I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.

Get me a piece of cake.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache
It is eating me up inside
Cake might make it subside.

Oh! let me close my eyes
I have had enough of your lies
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

I worry so all night
My terrors all take flight
The early hours multiply fears
Soon I shall be drowning in my tears

All is becoming very plain
Worms are eating my brain
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

Image from Pixabay

Ronovan Writes (TIP) This week, it’s the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

For this week’s challenge, the word TIP must be one of the line words. Then the other line(s) word(s) must rhyme with TIP. I have also used the prompt words from Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge Morrow and Surge.

Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge

Image from Pixabay

We only get once chance at life
Sadly time is not infinite
This is true though it might sound trite
Why face the morrow filled with strife.
The pens of fate our lives rewrite.
In the morn all our fears will serge
Our hopes and dreams begin to merge.
Over the edge our feelings tip
As into the abyss we slip.
We all dance to Lucifer’s dirge.

Escape Life Line.

Image from Pixabay

I had to leave the party, my head needed a break so I took my shoes off and I stole off to the lake.

The moon was glinting silver on water and there was a fine mist it all looked to beautiful, fresh and angel kissed.

I could hear the music from the party floating on the air the warm gentle night caressed me as I stood  alone and peaceful there.

The breeze took up a little and the clouds began to part and such a handsome moon appeared it almost stopped my heart.

I wanted to run up the moon beams I wanted to get way, I need a lifeline to save me. To open my eyes like the moon did just then , open  my eyes give me a lifeline and set me free

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