Today is #worldbipolarday2018 . Bless all my brothers and sisters that live with hope and strength and fight stigma on a daily basis. Let‚Äôs sparkle in 2018. ūüíõ I‚Äôve been missing some people that I love lately and I realize they are always with me in some way ; I always have their wisdom in my heart. My dad has been gone for about 12 years now and sometimes I struggle with not being able to ask him for advice or just listen to his beautiful voice or watch him in his beautiful glory. The way he influenced people and helped people by just being him. He left me with the heart I need to carry on with out him. That‚Äôs the strength I carry. I love all my ghosts and angels. Always Stay ‚≠źÔłŹ‚ú®#bipolarstrong.

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D for Deranged. 

When I started this blog I knew I was going to be honest about my life and mental illness. I knew it would be cathartic and cleansing for me. I also knew there would be some backlash. I told myself to be honest even if it gets scary. I told myself to tell the good and the bad because that’s life. Even when bad stuff happens I know there is a nugget of truth or wisdom I can take from it. God knows that’s the truth. If there’s one thing I learned in all of the pain; I learned that if you survive it;¬† it produces something genuine and sinuous. There is a gracefulness of movement in my body and my mind. I don’t mean in the traditional sense but a new-found comfort with myself and how I move emotionally and physically. It’s hard to describe but I am doing the best I can.

I went to a Jam the other day to sing. It was the first time going there and it’s was super fun. I will definitely go back. I met a lot of nice people, musicians etc. When it was my time to get up and sing I was telling everyone what key I was going to sing in so I said Born under a bad sign in D like dog.  Then the Drummer looked at me and said, you mean D for Deranged. I said, what did you just say? I said interesting choice of words.

He just had this weird smile on his face. I was smiling, positive and then he said that. It does hurt because I‚Äôm sensitive. It hurts because I try so hard to start over and live a peaceful life. I don‚Äôt do well with people attacking me. Especially people I don‚Äôt know. If your honest about having a mental illness whether you’re in recovery or not you will have to expect this. I don‚Äôt know this man and he damn sure doesn’t know me so he had no right to say that because I am certainly not deranged. The other part of this is I am a woman who does speak her mind. I also let others speak their mind and I will listen but A lot of men hate on that. They call you all sorts of names and your just supposed to take it, like woman aren’t supposed to have an opinion. I told a friend the other day; I said no one is letting me be the new me and it‚Äôs so frustrating and he told me to write it down. Yeah write that down. So I did.

It took me a long time to realize how to help myself¬† but I did. It‚Äôs a lot of suffering and a lot of work but I‚Äôm doing it and that’s why comments like this is so hard to take. So I wrote it down. No one is letting me be the new me. ¬†I looked at it over and over and I realized why he told me to write it down. I think he told me to write that down because he was telling me they don‚Äôt get to choose. You get to choose. You get to choose what and who you react too. What and who you give power too. I already know this. It‚Äôs up to me; not them. I know this in my brain but in my heart; it is still not sure; its latent and slow. I might be a bit of a Pollyanna and want to live in a world where everyone loves each other. I never thought Pollyannaism was a bad thing.

I have talked about this before that the stigma for mental health is so severe and negative compared to someone who is suffering from cancer etc. I can focus on the wonderful people I met that night or the few guy’s who weren’t so kind. I was warned by some people that there might be some people there to try to hurt me. It’s up to me what to focus on. I am training my brain to focus on the positive people and forget about the angry negative cruel ones.

Everyday I am getting better, stronger and a little less sensitive. I will always be honest, I will probably still say the wrong thing sometimes but my heart is in the right place. I will apologize if I hurt you and I will still love you no matter what. I love the guy that called me deranged and I love the others guys that stood in front of me when I sang and told me how old I looked. I knew they were trying to intimidate me and that’s cool. If that’s how they want to spend their evening so be it. Sometimes I get mad and forget what it is I’m trying to do. But when I am alone and with myself in solitude I realize then again that I love you all.

I have no room in my heart for any hate; it’s puffed up with love. Peace.

Love and Happiness,

Jloz

 

James Baldwin’s -No name in the street.                                                                              

  • Take Care of your own. 

“In benighted, incompetent Africa, I had never encountered an orphan: the American streets resembled nothing so much as one vast, howling, unprecedented orphanage. It has been vivid to me for many years that what we call a race problem here is not a race problem at all: to keep calling it that is a way of avoiding the problem. The problem is rooted in the question of how one treats one‚Äôs flesh and blood, especially one‚Äôs children. ” 

  • Freedom doesn‚Äôt really mean we‚Äôre Free. There are expectations and even then it‚Äôs all a lie. 

“And what the white students had not expected to let themselves in for, when boarding the Freedom Train, was the realisation that the black situation in America was but one aspect of the fraudulent nature of American life. They had not expected to be forced to judge their parents, their elders, and their antecedents, so harshly, and they had not realised how cheaply, after all, the rulers of the republic held their white lives to be. Coming to the defence of the rejected and the destitute, they were confronted with the extent of their own alienation, and the unimaginable dimensions of their own poverty. They were privileged and secure only so long as they did, in effect, what they were told: but they had been raised to believe that they were free.”

For the Stalkers ūüíč

Let everything that’s been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it’s tender and pliant. But when it’s dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death’s companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.¬† Andrei Tarkovsky

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Love and Happiness,

Jloz

Wedding China

You are thinking and people are talking and you are thinking while their mouths move in slow motion. Sometimes you are thinking extraordinary thoughts; violent thoughts, painful thoughts as they talk to you about the pattern on their new wedding china.

If they only knew. —-¬†

Jlozier

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Two Women in Town

The other night I stopped to get some beverages at the local convenience store and two women decided that they wanted to start a fight with me.¬†They kind of parked behind me and waited for me to come out so they could start some stuff. Whatever.¬†They said something to me and¬†seriously I was like really, were doing this?¬† I didn’t fight back, I blew it off but I wasn’t in the mood for their ¬†bullshit. ¬†I have never done anything cruel to anyone in my hometown but for some reason there is some serious hate coming my way. It is fine…I can handle it but you have to wonder why?

Now these two women didn’t say much but it was¬†more about¬†the way they insulted me¬† ..¬†like they actually knew me. I didn’t know them. How dare them!. My anger grew as the night went on. Then I thought to myself how easy it would be to fight back and just maybe make a tragic mistake that could affect me and them for the rest our lives. That’s how it happens. It can be that quick. I am not a confrontational person and I am a non-violent person. I know myself. But they better watch out because you can start a fight with the wrong¬†person and well..you never know. You here about Road rage all the time.

I always wondered how someone could get to that point where they would actually cross that line.  I would never kill anything or anyone but the anger I felt in that minute gave me the insight, I mean I would never hurt anyone intentionally,  I will always take the highroad and walk away but I am ashamed to say I fantasized about taking a knife and stabbing those two women in the neck.

Now it was just a harmless fantasy but it made me think about people and  how someone could lose themselves if enough shit happens to them over their lifetime. I remember thinking that no matter how hard I tried or how kind I was to people bad things kept happening to me.

Now there is a lot of great stuff happening too so I am so grateful for that.  I have now learned how to ignore the negative stuff and will not let it affect me anymore. My hard work has paid off and I know I am where I want to be. I was angry but I let it go fast.

I refuse to let it affect me anymore.

Every time I watch Dateline I sit there and wonder ..how the hell could she kill her husband like that or how could he kill his best friend like that? You know, it was always inconceivable for me.

I’ve thought about this often. It fascinates me and frightens me at the same time. The human condition I guess and how easily a life can change over one bad decision.

After I saw Eugene Oneill’s Play, Hughie, on Broadway¬†I was reminded how much I love his work. I was always attracted to his¬†plays because he wrote about people on the edge. The depressed, the addicted , the night people. The darkness of his work and the darkness¬†of his own life always kept my interest. I went back and read some of his plays recently.¬†I re-read¬†his most popular play Long’s Day’s Journey into Night.¬† I even love that title and completely understand it.. There was a quote in that movie that I was familiar with but I think for the first time I really understood it to the fullest of its meaning.

‚ÄúNone of us can help the things life has done to us. They‚Äôre done before you realize it, and once they‚Äôre done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you‚Äôd like to be, and you‚Äôve lost your true self forever.‚ÄĚ
‚Äē Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night¬†¬†¬†

The saddest 48 words ever¬†spoke in my opinion¬†…. but nothing could be truer. I know this happens to a lot of¬†people and they have no idea how it happened.¬†It’s like a rolling avalanche, once it starts moving you can’t stop it and it keeps destroying¬†everything¬†in its path. That very thing almost happened to me; losing yourself forever;¬†but¬†a little luck, strength and resistance¬†was the key for me and so I was saved. I remember thinking how did I get here? This isn’t who I am.¬†For some there is a turning point and they are saved, for others there is a turning point of no return. My heart breaks¬†for the latter.

I understand how easy it is to end up there.  The unfortunates in the world, prone to addiction or mental illness or violence or bad luck.

Maybe they were born poor or have no family. Maybe they were abused and cast out into the night. Maybe they just made one bad decision. Maybe they trusted the wrong person. Some people have to pay for that one bad decision for the rest of their life.

That breaks my heart. I can’t help but think about them. It reminds me of a movie¬† I love called¬†Two Men In Town.

It takes place in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

I think it’s a great movie with a powerful message. Forest Whitaker and Harvey Keitel are reunited again in this film, whenever they work together poetry happens.

I loved them both in the movie Smoke. Harvey Keitel was a¬†cigar shop owner and a Poet in his spare time. He took a¬†photograph of the corner where his store was located¬†every day at the exact same time of the day, every day. ¬†He¬†kept a photo album of his life’s work. I loved that. So Poetic. Great Movie.

Anyway in Two Men in Town Forest’s character (William Garnet) was a murderer who got out of prison after 18 years of serving his¬†sentence.

He was¬†model inmate that tried very hard to control his anger and become a peaceful person. Forest Whitaker was incredible in this movie by the way. I saw it when it first came out but watched it again¬†recently….a few times. I know I’m a super fan but no one can deny the brilliance of his performance in this movie. There was also this bad ass parole officer¬†Emily Smith…I loved her in this film. Imagine this scene..so she sits listening to¬†I think , Edith Piaf, ¬†¬†while cleaning her guns in the desert night under the stars. That was probably a nod to the French Director; Rachid Bouchareb¬†in this movie.

That scene sets the precedent for the whole film. Dark vs. Light, Good vs. Evil, Love vs. Hate, Beauty Vs. Beast. She was the female heroine trying to help Garnet through the whole movie. A tough but fair ethical parole officer with a heart. Brenda Blethyn was the actress. I also loved her in the movie Secrets and Lies; another great movie. She is an incredible actress.  So like I said, the movie takes place in Albuquerque New Mexico. Some scenes are breathtaking while others are just dust and ashes.

Walls and Borders are a big part of this movie too; geographical borders and emotional borders.

After Garnet served his¬†18 years¬†sentence the sheriff (Harvey Keitel) in town wouldn’t let¬†Garnet alone. He had an old score to settle with Garnet¬†and had no forgiveness¬†towards him.¬†The¬†sheriff¬†kept harassing him, and no matter how hard¬†Garnet tried to turn his life around¬†Agati¬†( Keitel) was there to derail him every time.

Every step forward was a step back. The heartbreaking scene between Garnet¬†and his adoptive mother (Ellen Burstyn) is heart wrenching. While she speaks with¬†a¬†almost detached¬†and disappointed voice about a scorpion that was loose in the house (symbolism) I understood Garnet’s frustration because he just wanted his mother’s love; love she couldn’t afford to give.

This movie makes a huge statement about redemption over a Dark Past¬†and ¬†working¬†toward New Beginnings. It seems we don’t like to let people have new beginnings. We don’t like to let people forget their past. For example; We don’t let prisoners have a second chance in this country. We let them out with no money and let them fend for themselves. It’s tragic on so¬†many levels because so many prisoners are locked away too long and the crime doesn’t fit the punishment in the first place. It seems to be getting even worse in this country . People are going to Jail for thirty years for minor Crimes because of Corrupt judicial system. Three strikes your out? There is Big Business in putting folks in prison now a days. The increasing stats are overwhelming. ¬†It is very sad and unjust.¬†The song Let my people go comes to mind, Paul Robeson https://youtu.be/gtLcELU1brA

There is a lot of symbolism in this movie as Garnet washes his hands of the past. Not letting someone start again, and live their life is a sin. You can watch the movie and no matter what your beliefs are about prisoners and murder you have to appreciate this well-acted story about new beginnings, redemption, and the tug of war between good and evil.

So..when those two women in town started with me at the convenience store it reminded me of a fight¬†I got in when¬†I was about ten years old. Now that I am back in my home town¬†I am reminded of childhood memories. You can’t help it, there are reminders everywhere. So I was ten and me and my best friend were walking down to the same store that¬†I was just talking about. It had just snowed and my friend had a snow pants on. I was dressed in jeans, These two girls, older but still girls, bullies, started to make fun of my friend in the snow pants. Back then¬†snow pants weren’t cool at all. lol.

Well I thought it was important to protect my friend ( I¬†am very loyal)¬†so¬†I told them to stop and to leave us alone. Well because¬†I spoke out they decided to turn their attention to me and¬† left my friend alone. They then started to jump me and I remember them slamming my face down into the snow and punched me a couple of times. I heard my friend start to cry ¬†because she got scared because she saw blood. My nose started to bleed and there were little rivers of blood oozing into the snow…like a bloody snow cone. The two girls saw the blood and they got scared as well and ran off. I still know one of the girls names. I ended up working with her at a restaurant when¬†I was sixteen and she played on the same softball team as well, she picked on me there too but decided after a while that she liked me and left me alone. God, I couldn’t get away from her.

The other night when those two women in town started fighting with me in that parking lot it reminded me of that day in the snow,¬†I was ten again and I had a bloody nose. The snow was red and my face was covered in ice. Its funny the things we hold onto. I could have fought back or even went further and caused physical harm. My life could be changed in an instant. So when I got home¬†I decided to write some words down to shake off the anger¬†I was feeling, first¬†I vented to my friend, god bless her…and then wrote a poem about how¬†I feel about some of the people¬†I have come across recently. Anger is something¬†I’ve had to¬†deal with and try to minimize. It has¬†been a work in progress but I¬†think I have mastered¬†it. I am sick of being accused of things¬†I never did. I am sick of being mistreated.¬†I am sick of being patronized and ¬†I am sick of being misunderstood but¬†I know how lucky¬†I am to be here to write, love,¬†work¬†, sing and laugh. I am making¬†my comeback. My turning point was in the direction of up; not down and¬†I am so grateful for that. Don’t look back don’t look back don’t look back, only forward. The ten-year old is now fifty looking forward to love and light. Your perceptions of me cannot and does not matter anymore. I am only feeling the love coming towards me, the rest will be ignored, no more anger, no more violent fantasies.. only love and light. I can no longer care about the big hoofed herds and their opinions of me. They are wrong but¬†I know longer need their approval. I¬†will only let the light come in. I have washed my hands of the past, scrubbed them clean.

 

 

Until your Blue

rec·ti·fy

ňąrekt…ôňĆfńę/

verb

verb: rectify; 3rd person present: rectifies; past tense: rectified; past participle: rectified; gerund or present participle: rectifying

  1. 1.

  2. put (something) right; correct.

  3. “mistakes made now cannot be rectified later”

To Rectify: the definition of the word has been on my mind ever since the show on Sundance Channel started. It’s an amazing show; the slow steady poetic series that some how isn’t that popular yet. Definition is to fix what was wrong , to correct. To make right. We all know that, it’s a common place word. It’s amazing how sometimes you here a line or a phrase or a thought from the actors mouth and it is something you thought of a million times, the exact words. I guess that’s what TV and movies are supposed to do; Shadow human emotions. Mirror what we are already thinking,¬†to make that connection with the audience. ¬†We all have had situations where we try to make things right but no matter how hard we try we can’t. Good intentions¬†and all. ¬†In my last blog I mentioned the frog and scorpion story from the Movie; the Crying Game when the frog gives the scorpion a ride on his back across the river …and as they both sink beneath the waves, the frog cries out, “Why did you sting me, Mr. Scorpion? For now we both will drown!” Scorpion replies, “I can’t help it. It’s in my nature!”¬†

We all will get stung….the trick is not to drown.

¬†“And I know that’s your nature, mom. Just like it’s Daniel’s to be so¬†maddeningly private. But because it’s not my nature, or because I don’t always read between the lines, or understand that language, or because I want people to speak to me in my language sometimes, that does not make me the bad guy.”

—–Rectify Season 2 – EPISODE¬†– Until your Blue