Went to a dark place with this particular Trifecta challenge.
1 : skill in planning, making, or executing : dexterity
2 a : an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill <the carpenter’s craft> <the craft of writing plays> <crafts such as pottery, carpentry, and sewing>
b plural : articles made by craftspeople <a store selling crafts> <a crafts fair>
Punishment swift and vengeful
It burns, scorches my soul
There is no forgiveness for me or for her
Her craft – perfected in Hell
Black wings enfold me
**DISCLAIMER: If you are religious or offend easily, you probably will not find this funny. STOP READING NOW!**
The other night Billy and I were sitting around watching TV and we hear a news clip about a rock that went through a woman’s windshield. The newscaster then says something to the effect of “you’ll never believe what was on her dashboard that saved her life!”
Billy looked over at me and said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if she had a bobble-head Jesus on her dashboard and that is what saved her life?’
His comment made this happen in my head…
There once was a redneck named Bubba
Who didn’t have time for a wife
He crashed his truck while holding a knife
And bobble-head Jesus saved his life!
This latest Trifecta challenge intrigued me and the first thing I thought of was a monster in my toe. The second thing I thought of was an evil entity in my cell phone that continually FORCES me to play Candy Crush. He’s a real bastard, I tell ya. I went with the asshole in my cell phone.
This week’s challenge: It’s now time for some Trifextra fun. Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.
My entry & please forgive my corresponding photo. It was the best I could come up with.
Oh! Mesmerizing Monster in my cell phone,
Why oh why won’t you leave me alone?
Candy crushing! Crushing candy! I can’t seem to quit!
Addicted I am and you give not one whit!
If you’ve followed my blog for awhile then you’ve likely read my story of abuse.
If not, that’s okay. :)
The purpose of this blog is to share someone else’s story.
Having followed Aurora Morealist since the beginning of my blogging “career”, I can honestly say she is a remarkable woman. Her journey is on-going as she struggles with the P.T.S.D. as a result of the abuse she suffered for so long. Too long. Way, way too long.
I admire her courage and strength in ways I can’t put into words.
Talk about an inspiration! I love her to pieces!
She’s taken her journey a step further and written her first book, aptly titled SPIRITSHINE and believe me when I say her spirit absolutely shines!
A little about her book…
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is not exclusive to survivors of war as Aurora shows readers in the poetic writings that saved her life. Relentless shock wars on her psyche since 2010 – deaths, betrayals, abuses – left her traumatized and alone with writing often her only companion. What she has learned thus far: Art saves lives. If you write, draw, craft, paint, stitch, make music, dance, sing, you have a life saver like no other. Holding fastly to her own savior of writing, Aurora writes what she can to emphasize this message: PTSD does NOT alter your character, personality or intelligence; it simply destroys your ability to cope. And it can happen to anyone. Anytime. Aurora’s real world resume is admirable with career achievements and writing awards as intact as her innate character and professional references. None of this matters any more. She may never be the same again and is finally at peace with this. While writing isn’t always possible for Aurora, or perhaps, possible to do well…writing is her anchor, her life line, her way forward. Won’t you join her as she writes the wrongs, soulfully healing herself in the hope of helping others – one word at a time – shining love, sharing boundaries and savoring nature in short verse that speaks to gratitude, loss and being human.
If you have been a victim of abuse or know someone who has, PLEASE consider buying her book.
You can get it here: SPIRITSHINE.
Her intent was to never make money from her story but to educate and inform those who’ve gone through the same nightmare. She’s working to make it as cheap as possible! There is a COUPON CODE for a $3 off an already crazy inexpensive price of $8.88. The CODE: MCTEVAJ2.
If you will SHARE the book, that is much appreciated as well!
Thank you, Friends & love to all of you!
This blog will be a little different in that I want to share with all of you the things you should NOT do when you live with someone who suffers from anxiety/panic attacks.
Before I share these insightful little tidbits with you, let me first say for my part in all of this, I am doing ALL I can do. There are great prescription drugs available now to help with this problem but sadly I don’t have insurance so can’t get these little miracle workers in pill form. However, I am very aware of the techniques to quell anxiety and the OTC supplements to knock the edge off. If it’s out there you can rest assured I’ve tried it.
You see, to someone who is in the throes of a panic attack, it feels like we’re dying. Literally. The fear, the rapid heartbeat, the dizziness, the myriad of other symptoms…it’s a feeling that can’t adequately be described. I’ve been to our local emergency room a couple of times because I thought I was having a heart attack and if you know me at all then you know it takes close to an act of God to get me to go to a hospital.
Living with someone who suffers from anxiety/panic attacks isn’t easy. It’s a balancing act a lot of the time and there are times when neither party really knows what to do. We can’t predict when an attack will happen so it sometimes comes as a surprise to everyone involved. It disrupts lives. It is, to be blunt, a pain in the ass. It’s a life of fighting vicious cycles and what helps the most (for me anyway) is to know I have people who do love me enough to TRY and understand what I’m going through.
So, in my bitchy & bold way of laying it all out there, I want to share with my readers what NOT to do to help.
* Don’t try to fix us. You can’t. We aren’t broken. We’re not crazy. It just happens we have this THING we have to live with. Speaking for myself, I already feel like a failure a lot of the time. Insinuating I’m crazy doesn’t help. AT ALL.
* Don’t ask us “what’s wrong” or “what caused it.” MOST of the time we don’t know and being pressured to answer that is too much.
* Don’t move our stuff. You’ll find, I think, that some who suffer with anxiety also have a touch of OCD. At least I do. I wake up every day having a plan in my head of how my day should go. When I set out to execute that plan and things have been moved it throws me off. I NEED things to be a certain way, in a certain place because it gives me a sense of control. The least little disruption can cause an out-of-control spiral.
* Don’t lose your patience. If you think you might, go away. Take a break.
* Don’t add to the problem. If you sense that the person is becoming what I call “twirly” then back off. Pay attention. Look around you. Do what you can to remove anything that might seem chaotic.
* If you want to help us, ask first. This goes back to needing to be in control. EXAMPLE: The other day, I walked into our bedroom and Billy was sorting laundry. HE WAS HELPING but my brain immediately translated it into “OMG! HE’S DISRUPTING MY PLAN! PANIC!” He’s not stupid. He can sort clothes. I had to force myself to give him the power over our laundry. A better approach to this would have been had he asked me first. Had he said to me, “I want to help and sort the clothes” first then I would have been fine. Probably.
* Don’t hug. Now, this might just be something that isn’t tolerable for me. Some people might find hugs helpful, but in my case, it only makes me feel trapped. I don’t want to feel trapped so hands off. The flip side to that is I also can’t be alone so just stay close but don’t touch me.
* Don’t expect miracles every day. Some days are good, some days are bad. Some days I can get out of bed and kick ass all day. Other days I CAN NOT get out of bed. I feel safe there and when I need to feel safe, that is where I will stay.
* Don’t push us. If we can’t do something, don’t push us to do it. Don’t push us to leave the house, be around people, drive a car, talk on the phone or anything else we say we CAN’T do at the time. Just let it go.
People who live with anxiety/panic attacks may come across as selfish. We’re not. It’s just that we have this disorder and we HAVE to learn to deal with it in our own way in order to function and survive. We don’t like or enjoy it. We don’t set out to be difficult. Our intention isn’t to be a thorn in anyone’s side. We WANT to be “normal” and as much as we hate to admit it, we NEED help. It’s just that we need help on terms that allow us to cope.
One of my favorite sayings is “roll with it.” That is what we must do. Those of us who suffer with the disorder must learn to roll with it and so must our loved ones. We all have to do what works and luckily for me, I’m able to identify what helps and what hurts. I am also blessed to have people in my life who love me and want to understand.
Ironically, writing this blog on anxiety has caused me to feel anxious.
See what I mean? VICIOUS CYCLES.