Hello there! I apologise for not posting anything last week but A-level revision is in progress and it slipped my mind.
Anyway, I was watching the local news and this came up. It infuriated me. The children’s mental health budget has been cut substantially in the UK and the country is in desperate need for psychiatric units. I really don’t see how people can be so uncaring and ill-informed. What if it was one of their children? Would they want to be miles away from them because there are no service? I don’t think so. The attitudes of some of the people interviewed were also appalling. There was a ‘them and us’ feel to it, and they seem to think people with mental health problems will murder them in their sleep.
It’s saddening that in this day and age people are so ignorant about mental health. 1 in 4 people will experience mental health problems at some point in their lives and it does not make someone more likely to murder another.
Sometimes I despair with people. Mentalism needs to be addressed. People with mental health problems cannot be denied local services because of other people’s prejudices. On a happier note, the unit in Scawsby has got the go ahead.
Sorry if this wasn’t very coherent but revision is melting my brain. I’ll try to post some time next week but I still have six exams to go!
Til the next time!
I’m back! I’ve been wanting to write a new post since Wednesday but I’ve had too many ideas (for a change). I decided to write about this topic because there doesn’t seem to be much info online about it.
My body doesn’t communicate accurately with my brain and vice versa. Obviously it communicates enough to keep me alive as a (semi) functioning human being. But it seems if anything changes in my body my brain’s first reaction is to pump me full of adrenaline. For example I rarely know when I’m ill. I just get really anxious and I can’t calm down, which leads to the internal monologue of ‘Why am I panicking? Have I forgotten something bad?’, but I can’t think of a reason that I am anxious which is actually worse than having a reason in some respects. A lot of the time I don’t know that I am ill until I throw up. This causes problems as I can end up going to school (the last time this happened I ended up half collapsing in class from exhaustion, illness and a panic attack – such fun).
Another example of ineffective communication is when I am stressed. Funnily enough, most of the time that I am stressed I think I’m ill. This is due to my brain and body not telling my conscious mind that I am stressed out. So I start getting headaches, rashes and start feeling really tired. After a few days of completely different symptoms I usually work out that I am stressed, but sometimes it’s not until the second bout of the mystery ‘illness’ that I think it might be something else.
I know that physical symptoms of stress are very common, but getting anxious instead of nauseous seems a bit weird. I’ve googled it so many times and I always come up with nothing. So am I just strange or have any of you come across this before? I appreciate all your comments
Final day of NaPoWriMo! Today’s prompt was to write a poem of farewell.
You wave from a distance
Always these are said to be good,
But must they be?
Consider regretful sigh instead
Rather than your cheery idiom.
Or maybe a determined stare,
From one who won’t return?
Or the harsh tongue biting
From a once scorned lover.
Maybe some departures are bleak,
But this won’t break the norm.
All that is left to say
With an unforced grin is
Goodbye, for now, and good luck.
So that’s number thirty finished! I will return to my normal posts soon and I aim to post once or twice a week (though it’s exam season so this might not happen). Hope you enjoyed the poetry this month and goodbye until my next post!
Today’s prompt is the ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects’. I think I covered all twenty here, but I’m not sure it makes much sense.
Knives strike at my ears
Heads will explode at three o’clock
The taste of the air is heavy.
As Descartes said in Stockholm,
Cognito ergo sum.
Thinking is the past time of fools
For brief moments lost to thought,
Will be bitter comfort at the end.
The hysterical laughter of failure
Is rather more historical than that.
For exam papers cause sun burn
And flutegirl flies away.
And in flying failure leaves
And the wind will whisper.
But the knives fall through the sky.
Today’s prompt was to compose a poem made from the words in a news article.
Military officials seized amid continuing action
Self-Proclaimed insignias control town and city
US aimed sanctions, uncertain of power
Fate of Ukraine encompassed EU members
Stepping up to failure
Twisted beings clawing the wood at your door
Begging for a reception as foul as it may be.
You sit stock still, glassy eyed and sheet white
Whilst your sleep is disturbed by demons.
The reflection taunts you with fidelity
You turn to find your window has gone.
Now this is all you have.
Just five more minutes
Brain whirring, eyes dilated
Starving for information
Feeding the flame
Just ten more minutes
Heart thumping, hands steady
Seeking the Holy Grail
But pleased with the search
Just until dawn breaks
Making leaps of knowledge
Serving the obsession
Today’s prompt was to write an anaphoric poem.
Once I saw a little tabby
That weaved amongst the shrubs
That leaped in to nothingness
That tamed that unforgiving earth
Once I saw a larger tabby
That strutted with his battle scars
That feared no one and was feared
That stood proud a top the fence
Once I saw a frail tabby
That drooped its whiskers in the wind
That walked with arthritic pace
That hid forever in the shrubs
Today’s prompt was to write a poem about masonry.
The old castle walls
Centuries have seen you by
Civil wars weathered as a sunny day
Lead battered stone up the road
Steady and fast fronting pastures
Happy in the dark days
Washed rock, growing trees
Hugging the bailey
Waiting for the next
Today’s prompt was to find a poem in a foreign language and rewrite it in English. For those who don’t understand my botched explanation here’s a more coherent one http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-23-2, I don’t know if it’s cheating or not but I used an Old English poem as it is about as comprehensible as a foreign language by this point. The Poem that I used is Cædmon’s Hymn
Nu sculon herian heofonrices Weard,
Metodes mihte and his modgeþanc,
weorc Wuldorfæder, swa he wundra
ece Dryhten, or onstealde.
He ærest scop eorþan bearnum
heofon to hrofe halig Scieppend.
þa middangeard mancynnes Weard
ece Dryhten, æfter teode
firum foldan Frea ælmihtig.
No skull here on here for Rick’s word,
Met odds might and his much thank,
Work wonder feeder, swat he wondered guess
Echo dried, or in stealth
He arrest shop other than bears none
Heaven to her roof hauling skip end
The middle guard mankind’s word
Echo dried, after tide
Firm folding, free almighty.