Daily Archive for September 5th, 2008

Inner Peace Must Look Like This

Published on September 5, 2008 in Art, Grief Sadness Loss and PTSD. 3 Comments

Not only did I get much needed rest at the hospital I was able to come home and take a short breather before blogging again. Then I did a sketch which turned into this piece below.

For a detailed view of what it must look like to be at peace please click on the painting and you’ll be redirected to the entry “She Listens To Her Heart”.

If Inner Peace had a face, a colour, a stance before the sun, surely it would look like this…….
She Listens To Her Heart

Joan of Arc

The Psych Ward

Published on September 5, 2008 in Depression, Grief Sadness Loss, Mental Health, Morton's Pride, PTSD, Relationships and Therapy. 9 Comments

So I did my short stint in the loony bin and came on home a few days later. I got out of the psychiatric house for the mentally unstable at noon with the intentions of coming home for a few hours then go right back out to see my therapist at 3:15PM. When I got home I found that I have a new roommate. To my surprise Barney Fife Jr. moved in. For those of you who don’t know BF Jr this isn’t a terrible thing. He’s clean, he’s quiet, helpful and all that stuff, what is more, he’s adorable. That’s an understatement. He’s ab- delicious. The man is built like a … yeah, one of those houses and he will hardly ever be here. Seems he’s going through a divorce and this was his last resort. If I had a choice between ab-delicious and The Family of Doom I’d choose Beauty over Doom any day. So BF Jr will be here for a few months. I can’t complain a bit about that. Well, I mean, I could. I could ask him why he didn’t bring along his super fine friends……..

So, back to the loony bin stay…. it went well. I had a shock by the nurse which was a bittersweet revelation. She looked at my feet and hands and said, “Who tortured you?” I about fell over. I wasn’t expecting that at all. That may have been the only uncomfortable situation while locked away from the functionally insane. The reason it was bittersweet is because while it shocked me it was also validating. Continue reading ‘The Psych Ward’