|I suffer from Bipolar Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and a mood disorder. I take 60 mg of duloxetine (generaic for Cymbalta) and 300 mg of lamotragine (generic for Lamictal) for these conditions. I am doing much better now after a rough year of dealing with depression, praise God! I wrote this dark poem to let others who suffer from depression know they are not alone and I know how it feels to become suicidal. My heart goes out to anyone who has to deal with this dreaded disease (yes, that is what it is!). It is a chemical imbalance in my brain that I did nothing to cause. Apparently, my brain doesn't produce enough dopamine. Mental illness is a disease just like heart disease!~|
WHAT A TRIPYour sex appeal is quite notably strongWHAT A TRIP by Rjet33
Pass me another hit from the bong
No better friends have I been among
We’ve danced and partied all night long
This weed is knocking me for a loop
You are new among our friendly group
Wonder which of us gave you the invite
Been fighting your animal magnetism all night
The weed is starting to take control
I see you looking into my very soul
My clothes are gone, I’m naked and afraid
Yours are gone also, you’re prepared to invade
You run a finger down my trunk—
I watch my skin split wide open
Using both hands, you pull it apart
To see inside me what is broken
I watched your hand in amazement—
You reached in and took out the dark
I turn and look around behind me
As a friend has started to bark
I look back at you—
You’re holding my dirty black heart
Your hand is somehow glowing
As you pull my dark heart apart
You touched it with your glowing finger
For there is no time
THE COFFEE SHOPI passed himTHE COFFEE SHOP by Rjet33
in the coffee shop
on the corner.
He was drinking a latte
and, I, hot cocoa.
Our eyes met in an
As I walked by his table,
he took my hand,
paid for our drinks, and
led me out the door.
no words were spoken.
We both knew
what was about to happen.
We walked across the street
to his hotel.
He opened the door,
pulling me inside,
kicking the door closed
with his foot
Now, the ending
I leave to you.
© 2015 S.J. RUDD
WHEN?You have lived a life of luxury I know nothing aboutWHEN? by Rjet33
You have plenty of money, and all kinds of clout
I live in a ranch house on a couple acres of land
I drive a 30-year-old car that runs to beat the band
You wear expensive dresses, jewelry, and shoes
While jeans, T-shirts, and tennis shoes are what I choose
Your Husband and you drive the latest model cars
When guests visit your home you hand out Cuban cigars
I wouldn't know which fork to use at one of your fancy dinners
To your guests, my friends and I, would all be sinners
You would take us under your wing to try and make us better people
But when was the last time you actually sat under the church steeple?
© 2016 S.J. RUDD
DARK SHROUDYou evil dark shroud;DARK SHROUD by Rjet33
I feel you movin’ in
You take over me
makin’ me feel:
You are always there
Medication can only
keep you at bay
for so long.
You sneak up on me
like a tiger
about to pounce.
When you do,
I seem to be powerless
to fight you,
so I ask
my prayer warriors
for their help.
They bind you
in the name of Jesus,
and the light
shines once again.
© 2015 S.J. Rudd
|My Photography, Drawings, and Writing.|
First published on my Facebook on today's date:
Why do we let people affect us like we do? People who are really inconsequential in our daily lives? Is it me letting them have this hold on me, or is it my mental illness? I really don't know. Something for me to ponder...
I react strongly to things. I think the worst trait I have (besides the lifelong habits of biting my fingernails and playing with my hair) is the fact that I often react before I think things through. I'm sure others see this in me too, but I don't feel I am the only one who does it. Is this fact supposed to comfort me?
I write for many reasons:
First, it helps me through the trials that life throws at me, it is therapy for me. It helps me get my feelings out there rather than hold them inside, a release if you will. It is much better to release them than to hold them in, and I can write anytime. People may not always be available when I need them, or they may just not want to hear it, and make excuses to get away from me.
A lot of what I write is made public. I share my illnesses, my darkness, my light, because I am human, because I think in doing so, I might help someone else who is struggling as well. Don't you think it gives me credibility to help them when I know their pain?
Sometimes, I write strictly for entertainment purposes.
Other times, it might be me pouring out my heart through my poetry or my writing...whatever I might be feeling at that time.
I write sometimes just to have a record of certain events in my life. Perhaps, one day, I will combine it all into a book, a memoir-type thing. Who knows?
Things I have written have been published a few times. I rarely talk about it, should I feel proud? I'm really not good at tooting m own horn. I prefer to stay in the shadows...hidden. Several of my poems published on a website, an article in a magazine, and the other was several articles I wrote for my hometown newspaper. Sadly, I no longer have a copy of the magazine article. I wish I did. I can't even remember the name of the magazine, but I do remember what it was about. The thing is, I saw my name in print. Yes, I think those were proud days,
I have a thick binder of poetry that I have written. I have had several people tell me I need to be published, but I don't know. I don't really write for that reason. i write because it is something I love to do. I'm afraid it would be more like a job if I were to be published. What if the publisher wanted more? Gave me a deadline? I don't like deadlines. I feel rushed...pressured, and I don't like that feeling.
I've actually been working on a book for 18 years now. I write...I put it down...I pick it back up, and write some more...I put it back down...I know why I handle it that way, because it is painful to write about, but it is my life story, and only I can tell it...
SJM 3:18 PM
Originally published first on my FB
I feel very tired today. I suffer from chronic insomnia. I can't help but believe that the chemical imbalance in my brain that causes my mental illness(es), also causes my insomnia. I am not necessarily depressed...just very, very tired.
I got a book I ordered in the mail today. I have wanted it for a long time. I am very frugal about spending money since my Hubby is the only one working. I am still awaiting the judge's decision about whether or not I am going to be awarded my SSI. I am so tired of fighting for something I know I deserve. Our system is so fucked up, and no, I don't mean messed up, I mean FUCKED UP! ::smh:: I have been fighting the government for four years and five months now. Yes, I do feel it is our government, and all their bullshit red tape. It is so frustrating!!!!
Anyway, I am excited about the book. My Mom gave me birthday money and I ordered it out of that, so I wouldn't spend any of our bill/grocery/gas money.
I ordered The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. I love her. I can relate to her as a writer/poet because I am one as well. I'm nowhere near as talented as he is, but we do have that in common! I have already read The Bell Jar. I'd love to have everything she has ever written. I think I love her so much because I can relate to her mental illness because I am plagued with it too. I know the struggles, the darkness, the hopelessness...I am thankful to God that I am doing well, but it has taken 2.5 years of therapy, and two antidepressants taken at the same time to get to this place!
It's been a lazy day. I am sitting on my bed in my undies just reading and writing. My free time is almost up. It will be on Wednesday, when my daughter goes back to school. I keep her baby while she and my grandson's Dad work, and while she is in school. He is about 21.5 months now.
I was doing so well yesterday until I walked up on my son and caught him with weed. He's been arrested 3 or 4 times for it now. If they catch him with it again, it is a felony. I, personally, am an advocate for legalizing marijuana, but I do believe that Alabama being in the Bible belt will be one of the last states to do so. I don't feel like anyone who smokes marijuana should have to go to jail or prison. I don't even think drug addicts should be put in prison. They need help, rehabilitation. I know there are some who commit heinous crimes on drugs, and the families are the ones who end up being the real victims.
Since Colorado has legalized marijuana, 60,000 people a day move there. They are getting an astronomical amount for a one room apartment there. It wouldn't be that way if it were nation wide.
All of this is just my humble opinion. I can hardly hold my eyes open. I have just enough time to grab a nap before I have to fix supper.
Hello! Welcome to my DA site! Photography and writing are my passions. I just got my first DSLR in October 2010, a Canon EOS Rebel T2i complete with zoom lens (55-250mm). I love photographing the moon, trees, clouds, old buildings, sunsets, and so much more! I feel that Nature is God's canvas. It is He who inspires me. I am blessed to be able to capture His beauty through my lens. I write under my own name and my pen name, so both are my writing.
Current Residence: Alabama
Favourite genre of music: Gospel
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: Photography
Operating System: Windows 8
Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo
Personal Quote: Life is what you make it! Always reach for the stars!