Do you ever have the itches in your fingers to just write something, anything? The feeling that there are words just bursting under the surface but they don’t seem to want to come together. I worry that if I open the floodgates that it will result in a jumbled mess.Writing has always been a kind of therapy for me. I have journals filled with scribbles, an emptying of my mind. However the last 12 months there has been some kind of block there. I don’t know if it’s anxiety that is stopping me or if it’s a lack of motivation. I don’t know if I am scared to write or too tired to make the effort.
*The following post is an account of my experience with seeking a mental health defense. If you or someone else believes that they have a case of a mental health defense please seek legal advice.*
Every time a person commits a crime that people believe is out of the scope of a mentally well person, the comment sections of news sites are filled with comments about the person ‘getting away with it’ because they are mentally ill. Almost 8 years ago I committed a crime. A crime that is classified as a violent crime. I was mentally unwell, and yet I didn’t ‘get away’ with anything.
This week the prompt for I must confess is ‘I don’t understand…’. I was going to link up an old post I had written about same sex marriage and the people who oppose it. However something else has been bumping around in my mind for a little while now. Then last week Near As Dammit’s post pushed it to the forefront. The thing that has me perplexed at the moment is the bubble that is school.Jessie’s post shared the story of her son and how he was punished for retaliating after being repeatedly punched by a much larger boy. The education department has stated that they have a zero tolerance policy to bullying, and that this includes physical violence. On the surface this seems like a good idea.
Are you an introvert or an extrovert? This question feels like it is the be all and end all of social interaction. Everyone must fit into those two very distinct boxes. There is no room for different. I have proudly proclaimed that I am an introvert. Am I really though? Or is it possible to be an extroverted introvert? My feelings about social interaction are complicated. An increase in anxiety, which has seeped into the way that I interact with the world means that I am very firmly in the introvert camp at the moment. I do feel at times though that maybe it is a forced label, that I am being held in the camp against my will.
Mr 6 and I go to the cinema quite regularly. We get cheap tickets through Telstra so it isn’t quite so expensive. I just love the whole experience of going to the movies and seeing something on the big screen. However going to the movies regularly means that you get to come into contact with some *delightful* members of society.