Mask
31 Dec 2015 9 Comments
in #narcissism, #narcissistic personality disorder, mental illness, narcissism, narcissist, poetry, psychopath, psychopathic abuse Tags: dark poetry, domestic abuse, emotional abuse, mental abuse, narcissism, narcissistic abuse, poetry, psychopath, psychopathic abuse
Two New Videos on Narcissistic Abuse
30 Dec 2015 7 Comments
in #domestic abuse, #narcissism, #narcissistic personality disorder, adult children of narcissists, adult children with alcoholic parents, aftermath of narcissistic abuse, Dealing with difficult personalities, dealing with manipulative people, domestic abuse, domestic violence, gentle kindness life coach, healing from narcissistic abuse, mental illness, Narcissistic abuse blog, narcissistic abuse syndrome, narcissistic father, narcissistic mothers, narcissistic parents Tags: abuse, abusive relationships, domestic abuse, domestic violence, malignant narcissistic personality disorder, mental illness, narcissism, narcissistic abuse, narcissistic parents, overcoming narcissistic abuse
2015 in review
30 Dec 2015 3 Comments
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 44,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 16 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Pillow Talk
28 Dec 2015 7 Comments
An unwelcome guest
That has stayed too long
Dribbling on
All sorts of nonsense
Asked for too many refills
Topping off of the wine glass
Can you not see?
I am tired of your visit
Where is the reality and truth
to your dominating twisted world?
Posing as my friend, indeed !
In denial that I can’t see through you
And all your tired games
I am tiring of your words
Echoing off the walls in my head
Tiring of your agenda
Insidious, misdirected and unproductive
It is time for me to bid you good night
My familiar acquaintance
Insomnia
Time and Perception
28 Dec 2015 3 Comments
in free form poetry, mental illness, poem, poerty, spoken word Tags: empowerment, inspirational, philosophy, poetry, quantum physics, self love, spirituality
Somewhere there are open seas
Waves more powerful than any man
Dolphins playing together
Never minding any schedule or
The time on the clock
Time is stopped …yet still moving
Relative to the perception of
The particular creature or living thing
Is it in the pressing forward,
that we live?
Or in the moment …that suspends itself…
Stopping all clocks…
and defying the rules,
that humans have designed
To try to contain, explain, manipulate,
rule over, control and wield time…
Like a sword or a crude tool
Is time less powerful than the ocean?
Can we contain the waves ?
Or make them stop undulating?
With all of our clocks, wristwatches,
calendars and planners
We have lost truth and importance
Priority, patience and resilience…
Compassion and empathy
Intimacy and detachment
There has been a delusion
Created by people we never met
And taught to our brains
Filed and coded into the subconscious
But it is wrong in important ways
The arrogance of man to define time
And attempt to rule over it
In such superficial ways
For time is not without us…
It is within and part of us…
Our reality is a perception
And perception is our reality
Each perception somewhat unique
yet the same
To separate and detach from this delusion…
Created by others who want to rule you
Control you, manipulate you
And own you…
Would be truly powerful…
Time is a perception
Beyond understanding and control
And yet…
Manipulated and controlled by your perception
Nothing but the Dark…
28 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in chronic fatigue, chronic illness, chronic pain, Chronic pain and depression, Chronic pain and mental illness, mental illness Tags: chronic illness, chronic pain, Depression, Depression and chronic pain, invisible illness, Suffering illness
Suffering from a painful deteriorating illness and expressing the darkness with words of a wonderful writer.
I used to love the feeling you get when waking up from your worst nightmare – that moment when you realise you’ve left the extreem anxiety and hopelessness behind and your eyes have come to a halt – when you can curl up all snug amongst the quilts and go back to sleep, knowing that when you wake everything will be okay.
Well, I’ve resounded myself to the fact this is a feeling I will never have again! The reality I’m in has become worse than any nightmare I’ve ever had and all hope is gone for making a recovery. I’m tired of of it all. Each day is becoming more and more of a struggle and I’m not sure I have the strength to live a full life like this – one where darkness is my home and the view from the other side gets more appealing by the…
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Good Night
28 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in blogging, insomnia, mental illness Tags: blogging, insomnia, photography, self portraits
Good night to all. It is time for all good little insomniacs to go to sleep and this means me.
Writer’s Cafe
28 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in free form poetry, healing poetry, mental illness, poetry Tags: poetry
I set up an account with Writer’s Cafe for submitting poetry. You can visit me there at
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