A mixed bag

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DIALOGUE WITH MY SHADOW

Published December 26, 2017 by Nan Mykel

N: I don’t understand this shadow thing so well, even tho I may write about it.

S: I think I’ve caught up with you.  I’ve gobbled you up.

N: You mean like, I’m 75% shadow now?

S: More like 90%.

N: No, wait…You get rid of your shadow by claiming/owning up to it.

S: You admit that the shadow part is you.

N: But…I have some excuses…

S: You can’t recast your whole life at–how old did you say you were?

N: Maybe there’s reincarnation. I’ll have a chance to do better…

S: You’e pitiful.

N: Is feeling sorry for myself me or you?

S: Remember; same thing.

N: Oh alright. I feel sorry for myself for being me.

S: You got it!

 

 

 

Tony’s Interview Feature

Published December 22, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Excellent.

James Edgar Skye's avatarThe Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog

If there is one thing that I have learned while writing interview features on my blog is that in every walk of life for someone dealing with a mental illness, the story is different. Our stories are what define us, and hopefully, make us better people in the end.

I always imagined telling the story of someone much like myself, and in truth, I have a real affinity for stories. It was amazing the number of people willing to have me share their story.

When I first met Tony, it was on my blog, and over the course of just a short time, he shared pieces of his experience within my blog posts. When the opportunity came to share the major parts of his story, Tony jumped at the chance to be featured on The Bipolar Writer. Here is the story of one human being and his journey from…

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Evocative

Published December 20, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I attempt poetry, but I never have really gotten into photography. That doesn’t mean that I’m not moved–straight to the gut–by some graphic art (does that cover photography as well as the other kind of art?) –my memory–  Some photographs, and what they can do with them, is utterly miraculous. It’s like a finger through the skin touching my heart.  I received this one in the mail recently–don’t know the photographer–but I’d just like to share:

Performing Pain: Autism

Published December 16, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Amazing sharing. I’m reblogging.

Rhi's avatarAutism and Expectations

I am not good at communicating my pain. It’s my greatest weakness. I am terrible at asking for help, I am terrible at reaching out to you, and I am worst at this when I’m distracted by physical discomfort.

I have often been told what a “coper” I am. How well I cope with stressful situations, how well I cope with shock and pain. Not because I am coping, but because I communicate these things differently.

What is pain? How do you quantify it? How do you get across just how much or how little you are in?

I am autistic, which means that I have a social communication condition, which means that I do not naturally or intuitively understand or (perhaps more importantly) perform social communication.

Most of the time I can do it all. I have learnt your ways, I may not understand why THIS QUESTION needs THIS…

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Mental Illness: The Survival Guide – a reblog

Published December 8, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Helpful sharing from Child of Cynicism

childofcynicism's avatarThe One in Four

Whether you live alongside mental illness during day-to-day life, or assist someone who does: it can be an uphill battle. A fight that it feels as though it can never be won; relentless and soul destroying.

If I didn’t understand, or didn’t suffer from mental illness personally, perhaps I would too be telling you to “snap out of it”, or that “you’re being ungrateful for the good that you’ve been blessed with”. But the truth is, I do live alongside psychiatric disorders, and have done for most of my life. Within that relatively short span, I have learnt one of the simplest, yet almost universally unaccepted, facts of life: you feel what you feel, and sometimes, nearly all the time, that’s okay. It is not disrespectful to the less fortunate to be unhappy. It is what it is, and there’s no blame in that.

However, maintaining a sustainable-perhaps even enjoyable-level…

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THE PAST –a haibun

Published December 7, 2017 by Nan Mykel

The Past

My Self, anchored in the past at three, inhales the earth’s nectar following the rain. Pure air, receptive soil, the world a vast cocoon of promise.

Unnoticed, earth

Worms float belly up below

Better not to know.

Kinda Nice by Anonymous

Published December 6, 2017 by Nan Mykel

DEAR ANCESTOR

Your tombstone stands among the rest;

Neglected and alone.

The name and dates are chiseled out

On polished, marbled stone.

It reached out to all who care

It is too late to mourn,

You did not know that I exist

You died ere I was born.

Yet each of us are cells of you

In flesh, in blood, in bone.

Our blood contracts and beats a pulse

Entirely not our own.

Dear Ancestor, the place you filled

One hundred years ago

Spreads out among the ones you left

Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved,

I wonder if you knew

That someday I would find this spot,

And come to visit you.

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