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This is Your Brain on Politics

Hello, all, for a change I decided to write a post on stupid politics.  This one, though, is about the effect of politics, and this election specifically, on mental health.  I know – who would get mental problems from this election?  It is posted on a mental health blog called Canvas of the Minds.  It’s a great site where bloggers from all over blog about mental health.  Sometimes with snark – if they are me.  So please visit Canvas and check out the other authors as well, or let those in your life who deal with this fun stuff know about it too.  I will close comments so people will, hopefully, comment over there.

Couldn’t figure out how to reblog.  So here is the link.  LINK DROP!

This is Your Brain on Politics

Thanks

~Alice

Blog for Mental Health 2013

Okay, this is Alice being somewhat serious for a few minutes.  Canvas of the Minds is a blog with multiple authors that seeks to remove the stigma from mental illness by talking about it freely.  The authors, including yours truly, are not experts, except in our own experiences.  In other words, we all have a touch of the nuts.  And we want to share!  No, wait, we want to let other people know that it’s okay to share.  That’s better.

Did someone say nuts????

Did someone say nuts????

Because there are more of us than you think.  It’s not all confined to places like Wonderland.  We have way more than our share here, though.  I keep trying to get the Hatter to take some meds or at least go see a shrink but he keeps saying “Not during tea time!”  Of course, it’s always tea time, which means he can never seem to get any help.  Instead he hides away with the March Hare and that stupid Door Mouse and they all act crazy together and no one knows about them unless they are unlucky enough to stumble upon their tea party.

It wasn’t a fun party.  There was all this “new cup, move down” crap and we never got to drink any tea or eat any sweets because the dorks kept starting over again, or jamming the mouse in the sugar bowl, or celebrating unbirthdays or just smacking the crap out of each other.  In other words, it’s like most family dinners, only this one never ends.

Crap, this happens every damn Thanksgiving.

Crap, this happens every damn Thanksgiving.

The sad thing is that it could end, or it could at least get better.  But there’s this stigma out there.  No one wants to admit they are good in the mentals.  You can have Cancer.  You can have heart disease.  You can have a broken leg.  And you can freely take medicine for all of these.  People are willing to be nice and bring you food and talk to you about your troubles.  But if it’s a mental illness?  That’s a different story.

Then you’re making it up.  Or you could do better, if you’d just try.  You know, pull yourself up by your bootstraps.  Quit being sad!  Now!  Get off the ceiling you aren’t Spiderman!  Now!  Stop it, stop it, stop it already!

Strangely enough, this sort of therapy rarely works.  Because, you see, people with mental illness already think they’re lazy.  They already know there is something off about them.  They are already frightened.  And often they don’t know why they’re sad, or why some random thing has caused tears, or why they managed to tile the roof in one night.  It just is.

Spiderman: Probably manic.

Spiderman: Probably manic.

But because of these reactions, people suffer in silence.  Because of these reactions, people take their own lives.  And then people wonder.  She always seemed happy.  What went wrong?  He pretended, that’s what.  She acted like everyone expected, that’s what.

But we can change this.  We can talk about it more openly.  The more people know about something, the less likely they are to fear it.  And the more encouraging people are, the more likely someone with mental illness will feel brave enough to respond, to leave the tea party, at least for a little while.

So that’s why I have this badge over there now.  I don’t just blog about mental illness.  More like you can just kinda tell I’m nuts by reading what I write.  That’s another thing people don’t realize.  So many artists, writers, and other creative people suffer from this stuff.  I’m not sure what the connection is, but I do know that if we don’t hold out a life line, we’re going to lose some of our most gifted people, and the world will be less than.

There's marbles there.  The ones we lost. Get it???

There’s marbles there. The ones we lost. Get it???

I am fortunate in that I have a great support system.  I have enough income that I can afford medical treatment.  Not everyone has that.  But you can be that someone, just by being willing to listen.  Or read.  Check out this blog, or let someone else know about it that could use a little help.  Just knowing you are not alone is sometimes enough to help you get through the night.  And if you suffer from depression or even just the occasional blues, you can also come here or to many of the blogs listed in my blogroll (that is always evolving).  Laughter is a great medicine.  I hope I make some of you laugh, and for a while, forget about the tea party.

Thanks,

Alice

Up Front and Alice

I thought I should share a bit of honesty with you, my old familiar fab peeps and you my new peeps and why did people start calling friends peeps?  Was it a chicken thing?  I need to check out how that slang got started sometime.

I have been struggling for a while with Sad Pony Syndrome.  Some people know this as Depression, but that sounds too Debbie Downer to me.  This is a humor blog, and generally humor is the best way to deal with this crap.  But some times are harder than others.

I'm hanging with the pony.

I’m hanging with the pony.

I have no reason to be down, which is a frustrating thing.  Now if someone stole my identity and had like way better vacations than I do, that would be sad.  Or if a big dog ate my cat, that would be sad.  Especially if I had a cat.  And of course the saddest thing I can think of is being a contestant on the Bachelor.  Thank goodness I turned down that invite.

Yet here it is, and it doesn’t have to make sense, it just is.  Anyway, I’m not changing this blog to the Alice is Sadfaced Blog.  But I think I’m going to make a few changes to make this easier on me.  One thing is to change up my 50 Shades recap contest.  Oh, I’m still going to recap it.  I’m on the last book, and it is so not going to defeat me!  Or something.  But turns out it takes a while for me to count up comments and figure out who is Valedictorian (for all you new people, yes I did this.  I’m weird.)  Also I think everyone should win.  I’m a big weenie that way.  Participation medals all around!

So I’m going to change that part. I’m not adding up points for comments and taking Roll Call.  Oh, I will still give pop quizzes – that’s too much fun to pass up.  And I will continue to highlight my favorite comments because you guys crack me up.  I would advise anyone to read my comments section if nothing else.  These are really funny people.  Not quite right in the head maybe, since they’re here reading, but very cool nonetheless.

And I’m going to keep doing the Wednesday “Make a Smaller Alice” posts because it turns out eating better and exercising do help with the sad.  I know, it flipping annoyed me too.  So that will stay.  Not sure what else.  I feel an utter lack of creativity sometimes, like a headache with no pain, just cotton stuffed in my head.  Perhaps I will be all up tomorrow and have a flash of awesome ideas that just come spilling out of me.  That’s kind of gross imagery.  Or maybe not.

Anyhoo, that was possibly a lot of TL; DR but I thought I’d throw it out there.  I’m hanging in there, and I encourage anyone else who is dealing with similar stuff to do the same.  You can hang out here anytime, or visit the Canvas of the Minds.  I’ve done a few posts over there, but there are tons of other great blog authors posting on all sorts of mental health issues.  If you’re lost in the bad side of Wonderland, I encourage you to check that blog out as well.

Thanks as always for being awesome,

Alice

Hilarious Health Activist Nominee – me?

Hi all, it’s Alice again.

I checked my junk mail and found this little email telling me I was nominated for a health activist award.  Yeah, like, I know, right?  I’m not sure who nominated me, but I checked it out and it’s actually legit!   Research!  Here’s a little more about it:

http://blog.wegohealth.com/2012/12/10/nominate-for-hilarious-health-activist-2012/

And here’s the little blog trophy I will win in if the judges actually vote for me out of like a big old bunch of other blogs.   (ZOMG MORE BLING!)

haaward12_hilarioushealthactivist

Someone had to nominate me, and I’m thinking it was one of my awesome followers, or possibly someone who mixed me up with somebody who does a lot more advocating for health stuff (does warning people away from the stupidity of 50 Shades count as health advocacy?)  Either way, it’s very cool to get this nomination, and a reminder that you should occasionally check your junk email folder.  This is not junk – for once!

Once again, thanks to all you crazy peeps who follow my blog.  I love you guyz.

Alice

P.S. Canvas of the Minds is also nominated for an health activist award (it’s probably not the hilarious one).  There is a button you can use to endorse them.  Do ittttt!  That site totally deserves it.

Winning!

No, this post isn’t about winning a stupid contest.  Although it does refer to one that was about winning a stupid contest.  Said post was the one in which I nominated myself for Queen of the Internets for receiving a gold unicorn badge from a Canadian clown.  I figured it would only be fitting, then, to like my own post.  Because I did like it. It had a UNICORN.  Here is what WordPress told me:

Yes I did, WordPress.

This just makes me want to like all my posts from now on. 

I’m not sure why WordPress is concerned about our inflated egos.  I mean, at this moment, bloggers like Le Clown have egos bigger than our biggest state: Canada.*

I like my blog.  It’s special, and not just because it has a gold unicorn, although, seriously, can you get better than this freaking thing?

No, you can’t.

But it’s not just that badge.  I have OTHERS.  And another one I really love is my Canvas badge, because I am now a Canvas author.  To be a Canvas author, you have to be nuts.  I know, right?  I totally qualify.  Just kidding.  You actually have to be approved by Ruby, who has a really cool blog that I am going to promote again called The Canvas of the Minds.  It’s a mental health blog.  People are going to go visit just to get us to shut up.  I know they will.

I’m not shutting up until there’s like 100 likes on this blog, even if I have to make them all myself. Keep up, WordPress.

When I’m not writing about removing the stigma from mental health, I’m writing about removing the threat of zombies.  As a proud member of the Zombie Apocalypse Task Force I thanklessly work to rid out country of this menace.  There are still many more though, thanks to Reality T.V.  If you want to join this effort, suck up to Love and Lunchmeat.  You’ll get this awesome zombie bling.

Zombie bling. Everyone wants some.

Is that all the fame I have acquired you may ask?  No, it is not.  I also have this badge, which is awesome because it has a Meerkat and a dirty word that I will have to cover up when I show this post to my kids in the same way I cover most stuff with bad language.  I will read it as an entirely different word.  Fools them every time, even though they’ve been able to read quite a while now.  At least they tell me it does.

I love this little guy.

See how I sneaked him in there?  That one came from Elaine4Queen who said if I mentioned her I would get mentioned on her blog in her awards category.  Freaking sneaky, isn’t it?  I like this kind of award because you’re not expected to do anything for it, and I am lazy.  Which reminds me of another lazy award that is totally awesome.

See, it even has a cool flag from some place that may or may not also be one of our states.

If you want to get this award, you just have to go to Dotty’s blog.  Oh, and there’s some questions I’m supposed to answer.  Let’s see here:

QUESTIONS TO ANSWER

1.  How many bricks do you own?

Lots.  They’re on my house.  I tried to count but I got bored after 1 and went back and messed around on the Internet.  Also, my husband probably has some lying around the yard somewhere.  He’s a collector.

2.  How many Cumberland sausages can you fit in your mouth without chewing?

I’m another clueless one that doesn’t know what a Cumberland sausage is and won’t look it up.  But I do love McDonald’s sausage biscuits.  I think I can safely get one sausage biscuit wedged into my mouth at one time.  But I like to savor the unhealthiness bite by bite.

3.  What is your most inventive way of using biscuits (or cookies if you’re American)?

After reading that 5o Shades book, I’m not sure if I should answer this one.  But one inventive thing to do with cookies is give a ginger snap to your unsuspecting three-year-old who bites down on something as hard as concrete and looks at you like “Why has thou betrayed me?”

4.  If it was made compulsory to have a mental illness which one would you choose and why? (If you have a mental illness already you have to choose another).

I think I would choose Multiple Personality Disorder because then you could be your own friend.  In spite of my earlier posts, I don’t actually have real multiple personalities like the main character in a book I’m reading, I just pretend.  Shut UP, subconscious!

Okay, moving on.  Are you still with me?  Good.  So here’s the last award I’m going to mention.  It came from Mr. MaryfoofooPoppins (not really his name, check his blog to find out) at a Spoonful of Suga and requires some more work on my part.  It’s a chain mail award, but I don’t care because it is my chain mail award.  Here it is.

Warning: contains misspelled word. It should be Kreativ Bloger.

I am very appreciative of this award because it’s pretty and says I’m “Kreativ”.  Do you get it?  It’s Kreativ because of the spelling of Kreativ.  Oh, hey, there are questions for me to answer too.  I’m supposed to tell you 7 things about myself and nominate 7 other bloggers.

1. I like to like my own posts.

2. I have a lot of awards.  See?

3. I write on another blog.  It’s called Canvas of the Minds, in case you forgot.

4. I am a sneaky blogger.

5.  A sneaky blogger that is also mental.

6. A sneaky, mental blogger that won a gold unicorn award.

7. I am too lazy to nominate individuals, so everyone who reads my blog can have this award.  Ta-da!

Okay, I think I’m done for now.  Enjoy basking in my success.   Also, if you want to join my success and be featured in my blog, send me bling.  I hear Angie at Childhood Relived gets bling and I want bling too.  If you must, steal hers, but be sneaky about it, okay? 

Love me FOREVER,

Alice

P.S. Everyone, quick, like your own posts.  Because you’re worth it. 

*I don’t believe them that it’s a real country.  I still think it’s a state.  We got it in that Louisiana Purchase thing where the French said, le pfft, take it all, we’re drunk on French wine.  Also, Texas believes it’s still its own country, and the rest of the country, I think, is inclined to let them (I love my state).  So it only follows, using my logic system, that if Texas is a state and thinks it’s a country, then Canada must be a state.  Makes total sense.