Bi Polar Discovered and Stephen King Chapter One
Without Prejudice
" Never come lightly to the blank page " so says Steven King. Seeing as he is the most prolific writer in the current world I will take his advice. His book Carrie is one of my favourite books of all time.
Steven is probably a genius, can write for days, and has the weirdest imagination of anyone I have ever known. He always liked horror even as a kid.
He is probably on the Autistic spectrum, Aspergers, maybe. That's only a rumour but good on him for just being him, and introducing people to the Bi Polar, Aspergers, Autistic and other Mental Illnesses that plague the World, through his characters in books.
That by reading about what we consider " Scary Things" we demystify them and as we all have a dark side, reading horror is one way we exorcise and exercise that side of our brains. That's why people love True Crime, Horror ( think about the popularity of Stevens Mini Series, IT. ) and generally gory shitty things.
If we strip ourselves back to our basic humanness we are obsessed by shit, piss, food and sex.
But of course we have what Freud describes as the Id, the Ego and the Superego keeping us in check. We decide in our illustrious brains how we behave, how to get along with the World, where we see ourselves in the world, our beliefs, our pride in ourselves, values, morals.
I'm mainly guided by instinct, intuition, my self worth, ( good, as I had great parents ) and couldn't give a crap about what other people think.
I have a mental illness called depression and its worst in the Winter when I get a condition called. S.A.D. Seasonal Affected Disorder. It's when you feel tired, sad, weepy and want to eat a lot of Ice cream.
So, the man right next door shot himself on the 17th August this year. Our neighbour of 14 years. One day he was here and the next day gone. Just like that. He had a beautiful home, a boat, three cars, two powerful bikes and three sons and three wives. He was also Bi Polar.
I had no idea what Bi Polar was but I now know they often kill themselves, especially if they don't take their meds, often self medicate and that other people have more often than not, known one. I hadn't. My Mother was mentally ill but with depression, clinical depression. She had been injured in the Second World War both mentally and physically.
In her late forties she was unblessed with an overactive thyroid which she refused to have operated on and her latent mental illness was triggered by the diseased thyroid and vice versa. In a few short years she became very ill and committed suicide at age 53.
So when K. Next door killed himself I went into overdrive. My Mother had done the same thing with sleeping pills and not a gun but the latent memories resurfaced and affected me and my child and her children very, very badly.
We cried for days, we slept badly if at all, couldn't eat, burst into tears in public, could talk of nothing else, felt tired, sad. listless, unmotivated or overactive. A nightmare.
The thoughts of seeing him the night before, the days before, haunted us. Had we somehow been lacking in a way as neighbours, as friends ? Could a kind compassionate word then have stopped what was about to happen ?
" Never come lightly to the blank page " so says Steven King. Seeing as he is the most prolific writer in the current world I will take his advice. His book Carrie is one of my favourite books of all time.
Steven is probably a genius, can write for days, and has the weirdest imagination of anyone I have ever known. He always liked horror even as a kid.
He is probably on the Autistic spectrum, Aspergers, maybe. That's only a rumour but good on him for just being him, and introducing people to the Bi Polar, Aspergers, Autistic and other Mental Illnesses that plague the World, through his characters in books.
That by reading about what we consider " Scary Things" we demystify them and as we all have a dark side, reading horror is one way we exorcise and exercise that side of our brains. That's why people love True Crime, Horror ( think about the popularity of Stevens Mini Series, IT. ) and generally gory shitty things.
If we strip ourselves back to our basic humanness we are obsessed by shit, piss, food and sex.
But of course we have what Freud describes as the Id, the Ego and the Superego keeping us in check. We decide in our illustrious brains how we behave, how to get along with the World, where we see ourselves in the world, our beliefs, our pride in ourselves, values, morals.
I'm mainly guided by instinct, intuition, my self worth, ( good, as I had great parents ) and couldn't give a crap about what other people think.
I have a mental illness called depression and its worst in the Winter when I get a condition called. S.A.D. Seasonal Affected Disorder. It's when you feel tired, sad, weepy and want to eat a lot of Ice cream.
So, the man right next door shot himself on the 17th August this year. Our neighbour of 14 years. One day he was here and the next day gone. Just like that. He had a beautiful home, a boat, three cars, two powerful bikes and three sons and three wives. He was also Bi Polar.
I had no idea what Bi Polar was but I now know they often kill themselves, especially if they don't take their meds, often self medicate and that other people have more often than not, known one. I hadn't. My Mother was mentally ill but with depression, clinical depression. She had been injured in the Second World War both mentally and physically.
In her late forties she was unblessed with an overactive thyroid which she refused to have operated on and her latent mental illness was triggered by the diseased thyroid and vice versa. In a few short years she became very ill and committed suicide at age 53.
So when K. Next door killed himself I went into overdrive. My Mother had done the same thing with sleeping pills and not a gun but the latent memories resurfaced and affected me and my child and her children very, very badly.
We cried for days, we slept badly if at all, couldn't eat, burst into tears in public, could talk of nothing else, felt tired, sad. listless, unmotivated or overactive. A nightmare.
The thoughts of seeing him the night before, the days before, haunted us. Had we somehow been lacking in a way as neighbours, as friends ? Could a kind compassionate word then have stopped what was about to happen ?
