Showing posts with label Mental health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mental health. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 December 2019

Complicated (December 27, 2019)


I sit
On the bed's edge
Soulsearchin'
For that missing part
Deep within.

Clasping my face
Tears flow
Into darkness.

Personally
Held Satan's hand
A broken wretch
Before His feet.

Seeking guidance
After cast aside
Damned to Hell
By God's followers.

In sharing
My truth.

Told - have to pay
For my "cure"
By a family member.

When I sought love
And support.

Finding only
Ignorance and fear
In return.

Having played
By the rules
You've set.

Costing me 
My everyday life
And mental health.

Struggling
To rebuild myself
In my own image.

Never sure
If I'm reading
The proper manual.

Forced to improvise
What it means
To be female.

In these transitional times
I find myself
Living in.

Therisa © 2019 

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Shifting Tides (September 15, 2019)

Many times
Have found myself
Standing on the platform
Waiting for the subway.

Pacing waiting area
Several trains past
Due to crowding.

Trigger for 
Anxiety/panic attacks
As the result
Of bullying and abuse..

Hugging station wall
Like a safety net
From the track's edge.

Scared
Suicidal thoughts
Will win.

Only needs
One time
To be fatal.

Knowing
Not only person
Experiencing this. 

Those
Who "survive"
Their mangled bodies
Leave witnesses traumatized. 

Reading online article
Two local transit systems
Dealing with suicides
A 180° change
Previous policy of silence.

Whenever
Someone attempts suicide
Whether or not
Successful.

Tightrope act
Informing passengers
And preventing copycats
For reason of delay.

Society's stigmas
Towards mental illness
Slowly peels away.

Human cost
No longer ignored.

Annual rising attempts
Successful suicides
And workdays lost
By transit employees
And others.

Solutions
Monetary intensive
Various government levels
Crying poor.

Saving short term pennies
For long term dollars
As the toll mounts.

Either way
It must be paid.

Therisa © 2019 




Friday, 11 January 2019

Tiny Steps Forward (January 10, 2019)

So easily
Our tears are ignored.


As if
We don't matter
To those politicians
In power.


When we struggle
For acceptance and tolerance
Across the rainbow of life.


A courageous solitary mother
Stands alone.


Holds her sign
With proud dignity
Supporting her transdaughter
As she marches
In Toronto's Pride Parade.


Beacon of love and light
Counterbalancing
The hate and darkness
Too many of us
Have experienced.


So much
Has changed
In the past 12+ years.


For people
Like her transdaughter
And myself.


And yet
We’ve barely scratched the surface
Embracing equality for everyone.


In fighting
A transphobic/homophobic
Government of Ontario
That listens to
A regressive minority.


Who believe
Teaching students
In Sex-Ed
About gender identity
And various sexualities
Is corrupting Ontario’s children.


Never realizing
The destructive power
This ignorance has.


As we struggle
With chronic depression
Anxiety disorders
And suicidal thoughts.


One suicide
Is one
Too many.


Regardless
Of the reason
Or cause.


Realize this
More than a third
Of all transgender children
Will/have attempt suicide
Before the age of 20.


I know this
For I was
One of those children.


To do nothing
Means covering our hands
In the blood of innocence.


Therisa © 2019


Author's note: The exact numbers for transgender children and adults, are at best, a
guesstimation, as there is no definite number for the population percentage that identity, as
being transgender.


As some regions of Canada don't differentiate between the cisgender and transgender,
when it comes to suicide, suicide attempt, and suicidal thoughts. There is no hard
number for Canada. Although, various regions and provinces have individual numbers.

Being transgender, the odds are even higher that you'll experience this, especially, if
you have been rejected, by your family and friends.

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Giving A Name (October 12, 2018)

I write this
Personal knowledge/experience
(In abundance)
Living with mental illness.


Good days
Never know
Looking at me.


Dark days
Simple things
Near impossible task.


Overcoming barriers/stigmas
Society erected
Seeking help.


Wait lists-year or longer
Many programs
Budget cuts.


Reluctant CBT referral
Fought for it.


And yes
Transphobic psychiatrist
(They exist).


Best intentions
Paved Hell’s Highway.


Tough love-inspiration talks
Veiled personal attacks
Mental/physical character
Mistaken thought-motivating.


Delicate vase
Shatter-wrong word
Talking blocked.


Shunned-wrongly thinking
Typhoid Mary
Infecting everyone.


Sighing.


One in four people
Experience mental illness
Starting early teens.


Statistic-by eleven
Suicide attempt.


Globally
Little/no access care
800,000 suicides
Annually.


Therisa © 2018


Author’s note: On October 10, 2018, I came across The Guardian op-ed that Lady Gaga
and Dr Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus (Director-General, World Health Organization)
co-wrote for October 9th edition, marking World Mental Health Day. Here’s the link to
The Guardian op-ed:
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/oct/09/lady-gaga-mental-health-global-emergency-suicide


For The Record: For most of my life, I have struggled with various mental illnesses, without
realizing myself or those around me. In December 2007, I was officially diagnosed as being
chronically depressed, several anxiety disorders, agoraphobic, justifiably paranoid (I dispute
this, as the psychairist was transphonic) and PTSD. This psychological assessment was
ordered, as part of my application for Ontario Disability Support Program (ODSP), which
supports Ontarians with mental and physical disabilities. My application was approved after
2 months of being received by ODSP. Unusually fast, as they’re traditionally known to reject
applications on general principles. Guess, it helped that I had just come out of a homeless
shelter, in July 2007, when apply for ODSP.


This poem is written for the Poets United’s midweek motif, with abundance, as writing
prompt.


Monday, 1 October 2018

My Story (September 27, 2018)


July 1, 2018
Twelfth anniversary
Healing process started
Mom rejecting me
As her daughter.

Decades
Previously lived
Life of denial
About abusive/bullied past
And who I am.

Internalizing
Pain and shame
Associated with abuse/bullying
Behind porous mental walls.

Suffering
Abject silence
Mental health crisis.

Paralyzing flashbacks
Tsunamis of uncontrollable rage
Crippling body and soul
Reliving brutal memories
Thought forgotten.

People ask
“Why didn't you tell someone?”

I did
Damn it!

Told
Stand up
Defend myself
Punished-doing so.

Or
Warned to silence
By a parent.

Else
Ignored
When help sought.

Any wonder
Most cases of abuse/bullying
Never get reported
Given these reactions.

As if
Collateral damage
On life's highway
Like roadkill
Pushed to the shoulder.

Viewed
Never observed
By passing drivers.

Not wanting retraumatization
In a hostile environment
A court case/civil suit
Would involve.

Attacking every aspect
Of my life
By the legal system
In its adversarial nature.

Regardless
Statute of limitation
Have expired.

Never shall
These memories
I have lived
Ever be denied
Again.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: As I write this poem, the U.S. Senate is holding a Judiciary Committee hearing into allegations that Supreme Court justice nominee Judge Brett Kavanaugh had sexually abuse a woman, while in high school, at a house party. Before recommending his candidacy be voted on, by the Senate, in an up and down manner.

Personally, I believe Dr Blasey Ford and the other women, who have come forward with their experiences, regarding Judge Kavanaugh. Facing personal attacks from total strangers that amount to abuse and criminal harassment. Something, I don't have the internal courage to do so.

Some will argue that the events of high school and university, shouldn't dictate, how we view Judge Kavanaugh’s appointment to the U.S. Supreme Court. Problem is, it does. There is too much at stake, to let this be dismissed, as boys being boys. For we're responsible for our actions, regardless, of our age, when they happened. There is no excuse for any type of abuse.

Should Judge Kavanaugh win the nomination to the U.S. Supreme Court, it'll mark a huge step backwards for the United States. If so, I hope the Republicans lose control of the Senate and House of Representatives. Trump needs a counterbalance to his destructive policies.

FYI: I have chosen Tori Amos’ Crucify (1992), as she sings about her own rape experience. I know, I have experienced similar feelings about my own abusive/bullying past. Thank you, Tori, for so elegantly expressing the pain that many abuse survivors live with.

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