soothing the savage beast

This made me laugh so I am rebloggi g!


Mister whiskers jumps up in my lap
Does everything but hand me the comb
Ah, now it’s time!
A mutual love-in.
We both take pleasure from this ritual.
He, with his whirring motor running
and his dribbling drool
as I do the mandatory stroking.
His inner lids half closed in nirvana.
He turns to face me so I can get to more places,
when oops! wrong place.
He strikes with the swiftness of a cobra,
and I have a bloody nose now.
Little bastard.

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My Thoughts on Suicide

I know a number of bloggers that are struggling with suicidal thoughts, or haver ecently tried. I think this is a good post to reblog for them. I hope they read it. Thank you for sharing your story, this is the only way people will start to understand thet endancies for suicide, why and what to do. If it helps even one person, right? Hopefully it will help more.

The Bipolar Writer

This is an updated version of a chapter in memoir The Bipolar Writer. For those who have read my blog post about suicide, you know how important this subject is in my life. I have been through so much with my suicides. I now advocate against suicide. With that said here is a chapter in my memoir.

J.E. Skye’s Thoughts on Suicide


In the darkest places of my mind, I still remember how it felt when suicide was consuming my every thought. What a dark place I must go to again, but this time it’s only to understand. Many of us are on this earth to help others deal with the same problems. I like to think this is one of those times. I want to share my thoughts on suicide. You may not like every word that I say here, this is a tough subject to write for…

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Benzodiazapine Withdrawal is Horrific, but Necessary

Once again, I must reblog a post from My Loud Bipolar Whispers. Medication is the biggest issue with dealing with any mental illness. Research your meds, then talk to your Dr. Or psycologist, whoever it is whodeals with your mental health meds. I am just so frustrated with the amount of people who are not getting the help they need. I guess when new medications are avail. They havent been around for years to do long term studies, so if it helps short term and continues to work, no one thinks to monitor the wellness and change the meds when necessary. Have a read of you have time, this post has important information.

My Loud Bipolar Whispers

Please read the following article. It is important to read to help you, so this NEVER happens to you. The article will follow, after my rambling and many words.

Oh yes, another article about benzodiazipine withdrawal. Unfortunately, it is on my mind due the fact that I cannot do anything other than write. I did go to my daughter’s show choir performance yesterday, because it is something I love to do and I love her. It was hard to be there, but I did it and once again had to act that I was feeling okay when I was not. I pray those days will be over soon.

This time I was not acting or pretending I was happy, when I was not. I am very happy, but my body is not. So, this time I had to act like I was feeling physically well instead of mentally well. That…

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This Tiny Little Pill

Amazing Sue! It only makes sense coming from someone who knows. I know nothing about this, but I do know other people need to know about this. Thank you!

My Loud Bipolar Whispers

The more you take, the more you need.

The more you need, the more you speed

to take more, this desire not an intentional creed.

You become trapped and unable to be freed

from the spell and power of a tiny little pill.

You become stuck,

held captive,

in bondage,

a slave of the master of a tiny little pill,

causing a messy brain spill,

dangerous enough to kill.




blind to dangers of this tiny little pill.

There were no warnings,

no sign of danger.

Blaming me,


and everything else,

except this tiny little pill.

It took a near fatal mistake

for the alarms to awake

and capture this tiny little pill.

Finally, the answers,

the mystery,

and the puzzle almost solved

of how my brain has evolved

into an unfamiliar,


organ in a body

that was once mine.

Klonopin is the name of this…

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