We are one, We are many, We are Just Call Me Frank. Candid, adjudicating, philosophy wielding, life journaling, mental health advocating, writing and art therapy enthusiasts, lovers of learning; adventurers with a finger on all the buttons. Writing to survive and thrive.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Perhaps, Ugly
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Our Guest Blogger Writes About Anger
- Our New Guest Blogger (2011)
- Depression (2011)
- "Us & Them" Mentality (2011)
- Suicide (2011)
- Endopsychic Energy (2011)
- S.A.D. (2011)
- Anxiety (2011)
- Fear (National Breast Cancer Awareness Month) (2011)
- Insomnia (2011)
- Personal Problem Solving (2011)
- Our Guest Blogger Writes About...Meeting Us! (2012)
- How Risk Feels (2012)
- Therapeutic Alliance (2012)
- Personality Disorder (2012)
- Psychiatrists, Are They Devil Incarnate (2012)
- Stress (2012)
- Diagnosis (2012)
- Positive Affirmation (2012)
Saturday, April 21, 2012
A Saturday Running Post
Monday, January 23, 2012
An Angry Angry Rant
I had a great post about anger running through my head this morning, mostly because the pain in my neck, back and hips was making me see red and I could not sleep after a few hours of laying in bed, so all I had was time to lay and think, words running through my head, rolling and repeating in waves, trying to stick so that later, when I could get to a laptop and type without freezing my fingers, they could travel onto the page smoothly. Didn't happen. We wandered around the city this morning with James, our third day here, before heading to the library to write, and I just ended up getting pissed off at the lack of spatial awareness people have, and lost most of our entry into the cloudy English sky. And the rest dissipated with increasing anger trying to suppress our rage at loud and rude people in the library.
I'm feeling quite angry today. It shows on our face, according to James. We hope he realizes it doesn't have much to do with him. I adore him a lot, and don't like when he thinks I am upset at him when I am not.
Anger is viewed as a negative, generally...especially when people don't really understand it. (American Psychological Association: Anger http://www.apa.org/topics/anger/control.aspx) The Other Girl spent almost her entire life trying to control as much of our anger as possible, keeping it in, absorbing it...not surprisingly, since she is now gone, it's managed to seep out, the damn broke a little over a year ago, and now it's ours...to roll in and learn about. We are not thrilled, as a whole. It's spreading across our personalities, for some of us it is an uncomfortable feeling, a foreign emotion, and it makes us uneasy.
Anger. It can bubble up to the surface, it can come from physical and mental ailments, from displeasure with ones situation in life, from atrocities done to, and by others, whether they be in close relationships, in ones own country, or the world in general...or it can come from dealing with just plain ignorant fucking people.
It's not uncommon for people to cause anger in others just by being themselves (you only need to read Twitter to get a glimpse of that reality). In our opinion, the people who get angered by others view the public, those people they are angry at, at best, as sheep...and the very best...lemmings. Why lemmings at the very best? Mostly because lemmings will follow all the rest over a cliff, and sheep, well, sheep will stand there and let you herd them, no questions asked. And who wouldn't love to watch a cascade of lemmings over the edge of a cliff.
| The irony, of course... |
Some people, of course, go about life being angry for no reason. They are not in pain, physically or mentally (other than the anger itself), they have had a relatively normal, easy life, are not angered about the happenings of the world (because they don't even know what is going on) are economically comfortable as far as most people in the world would conclude and are probably just a self-entitled brat.
Sorry.
I are not here to rage on the spoiled. Some would definitely consider us spoiled, and we would be a boob to disagree 100%, we can afford travel...mostly because we try not to spend money on things we do not need (excess clothing, drugs, alcohol, restaurants, entertainment) - it doesn't always work, this time it did, but the mere fact that we had a choice on what to spend our money on, that makes us a bit spoiled.
Anyway, people who are angry for absolutely no reason are generally assholes (and yes, sometimes we are an asshole) and should probably do some work on trying to figure out why they are a miserable sod. That was the eventual point to all of what was rolling around in the hurricane of a brain system this morning. Every day can't be coherent.
Yeah. This entry did not go exactly where I wanted it to. Fuck. Perhaps I am just agitated because it feels like someone had a punching war with our back, the pain radiating into our knees, up into our neck. I don't deal well with pain, and it's always worse in the cold. Perhaps I am just ranting spoiled angry girl rants - I am not usually the angry one, I don't like being angry - because I miss our bed, our beautiful pillow top king sized bed we were luckily enough to purchase a few years ago, a splurge by The Other Girl, because people spend a third of their life in bed (some more than others, of course), and a good bed is paramount to good health, and because our chronic pain already sucks the life out of us some days, a good bed does wonders for our mental health. I'm not meaning to sound ungrateful for the bed James has provided us at his flat (a ten year old queen sized, no box spring...I swear at least one spring is broken on my side), we are grateful we are with him here in the UK in the first place. These are just matters of fact.
I'm whiny. I'm more whiny than the rest of us. There's another fact. Sorry. Probably. For being me.
My head feels all fucked up.
We'll have internet soon at the flat...a great rate too. That's what we wrote about in the entry we mentioned at the top of this one... Worth The Weight In Pounds?
~A very disgruntled Cassandra (& et al)
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Some Days...
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
We Ramble...Haven't We Done This Before?
We're in an terrible bad mood...bordering on evil. Some days we like it, some days we don't. Today it's mixed with anxiety, and anger... frustration...and a feeling of impending doom. We woke up with, and spent most of the day with, some wicked headaches.
We didn't write yesterday, we know. Instead we played a ToD (That's Tweet of the Day - it's a Favstar thing <-that link takes you to Favstar) on Twitter with our friends & followers, and played a couple of races on Mario Kart (we bought a Wii last weekend!) - meanwhile...there is info over to the right, we're going to add all of our user ID's (for each game, that is) so our online friends (almost the only friends we have) can play some Wi-Fi enabled games with us - the list of what we have so far is over there on the right, below the Bloggers Choice voting spot.
Speaking of The Bloggers Choice Awards, if you have a minute, could you vote for our blog? In as many categories as you see fit (there are four that fit our blog)? It would be pretty cool...though the competition is stiff...and we have no idea how to generate votes yet. Maybe next year...or in a couple of weeks, when we move; yeah, we're moving, we've written all over the blog about it the last couple of weeks...check out some of our recent writing and find out about from where, why; and to where...or generally to where [we're not ready to admit/reveal our location(s)]...and we're going to go on an adventure next year...lots of changes, lots of changes...
Speaking of, our doomed feeling is being facilitated by The Boyfriend...who is totally freaking/stressing out about us moving him to the states with us in a few weeks...it looks like it's going to be a lot of work...or work around...a headache really. He's worried they won't even let him in the first time, for three months, let alone ever and for any real length of time.
We're trying to keep him calm, but it's hard, you know? We have a lot of stress, we have to evict our tenants, who we wrote about on Sunday...sometime in the next couple of days. We were told we are only required to give them 24 hour notice, due to a month-to-month lease and them not paying their entire rent for the past two months; but likely we'll give them a week. We also hope to be able to get a police escort to the house to serve the papers...if you've read about Sunday you know why.
Good news though, the police recovered our video camera that the last tenant stole and tried to pawn, unfortunately none of the other things that were stolen, like our paintings and power tools... Sadly we found out the backdoor of the house that's been broken since the previous tenant took off was broken by the cops in a search warrant raid...something about drugs. In any case that means the city should be responsible for fixing that, hopefully...but also means we're going to have to go talk to some city official. This is stressful. This is all stressful.
Friday is our last day of work, holy shit are we excited about that, but then we have loads and loads of stuff to do, utilities to cancel on two properties, a real estate agent to hire, the house to clean...and fix...because the low lifes who have lived there in the last year have turned the place to a shit hole; plus packing up our apartment...getting the medical papers for the cats in order...we have a huge list (that we've been working on while we work).
So...we don't know. We're like an anxiety attack waiting to happen...no side of panic. Panic isn't our thing...at least I don't think so; it's not mine anyway.
Our system mix today/onight is erratic...we're going to go do some shopping (printer ink)...and maybe order pizza...not particularly hungry, but we haven't eaten much today...
~Catherine & Sam (and we're "et al" like crazy tonight...we feel bad for James/The Boyfriend)
Monday, September 26, 2011
We're Just A Bitchy Bitch
Some of our writing on this blog we like to promote (consider them highlights), these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote but here are highlights of what we have written so far this year that we want to share. There are some repeated under different subjects because some blog entries deal with more than one subject matter.
The Mental Health Entries:
Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder
- Mental Health Awareness Month: Our Introduction
- The Other Girl
- The Other Girl: Her Final Journal
- We Chat With The Father About DID (this post contains information on what DID is)
- Frank Gets Candid (We talk about Catherine, one of our alters)
- **We Freak Out** (this was a very important day, the day we met Marisa, recoverer of DID)
- We Are Fragments
- We / We Get Random / We Have Questions
- Marisa Answers Our Questions
- Frank Gets Candid, About Memories...and Bethany (we talk about one of our alters)
- A Note From Frank, and ONLY Frank (actually not written by Frank)
- Standby and The Death of the Other Girl: Part 1 of 3 (we start talking about the death of one of our alters [our core])
- Our Ears May Be Burning (we talk about what people we recently knew might be saying over Easter)
- We Just Need A Good Map (Mental Health Awareness Month Post - Frank talks about DID mapping)
- We Don't Do A Blog Post (we talk a little about mapping, Bethany, unicorns & stuff)
- We Discuss Three Mis-Diagnosed Mental Illnesses
- The D in DID: Dissociation (written by Cassandra)
- We Have Nothing To Lose (Cassandra talks about the death of a mentally ill "friend")
- Frank Lets You Know Bitch (me!) (Bethany got to write her very own entry about herself)
- Sam Gets Angry About Ignorance (Written by Sam)
- A Little Bit Of Emmie (Written by Emmie)
- Sam Gets Set-Off (Written by Sam)
- We Answer Some Follower Questions
- Cassandra Writes About 'Someone Special' (Written by Cassandra)
- One of Us Has Sociopathic Tendencies (Written by Melody)
Emmie Writes About Sex & Erotica (Written by Emmie)
The Other Girl - Stuff She Wrote:
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal: Canada to Berlin
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part II: Berlin, Germany
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part III: Munich, Germany
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part IV: Germany -The Final Days
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part V: Germany In Photography
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VI: Amsterdam In Photography
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VII: Cairo, Egypt
- The Other Girl: A Travel Journal Part VIII: Alexandria, Egypt
- When Anxiety Attacks
- Franks/Our 100 Pound Weight Loss Story
- Collision: The Other Girls/Our Terrible Car Accident
- Stress and Expediential Weight Loss
- New Pain and Old Fear
- Anxiety, Revisited
- Why Most Of Us Dislike Our Mother
- We Chat With The Father About DID (this post contains information on what DID is)
- A Few Hours With The Father and Baby Brother
- Father's Day, It's All About Our Father
- Relationships, Frank...and Love
- Our First Girlfriend
- The First Boy We Liked, That Liked Us Back
- An Ass-Face Comes A Texting
- We Go To University, We Take A Lover
Standby:
- To A Human, If Indeed That Is What You Are (1 of 3)
- The "Death" of Standby and the "Birth" of a Villain (2 of 3)
- Standby: The Final Chapter (3 of 3)
Standby and The Death of the Other Girl: Part 1 of 3 (to be continued)
Fuck Face:
- A Mistress Without Cutlery
- What Become Of The Broken Hearted
- Fuck Face: Who He Is (also work related)
- The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 1
- The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 2
- The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 3
- The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 4
- The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 5
- The Demise of Fuck Face...Part 6
- We Have Drinks With Fuck Face
- To Send, or Not To Send...The E-mail Is The Question
- Situation Stand Still
James/The Boyfriend:
- 50,000 Tweets and All We Got Was...
- A 'State of the Union' Re: The Visit of Our Twittercrush James
- James and the Giant Peach Pit...Of Despair
A 'State of the Union' Re: The Boyfriend Moving In
- Friends: A Tale of The Non-Bestie
- Our Ears May Be Burning
- We Have Nothing To Lose
- Girl Crush Gets The 411 on Us
- A Frank Evening With Fabulous People and The Pup
- We Get An E-Mail Intervention
- We Get An E-Mail INtervention: Followup: The Followup
- All In a Days Work
- All In a Days Work II
- All In a Days Work III
- A Day In The Room
- Another Day, Another Dollar; Fuck Our Life
- When The Job Gets Fuckity
- We Get Fired From Our Job
- We Get A New Job and James Meets Fuck Face
- Our First Day at a New Job
- Good Deeds and Old Jobs
We Put In Our Three Weeks Notice
- Please Don't Let Us Be Misunderstood
- All We Have Is Hope
- A Distraction, In The Form of The Jeans
- Seriously...And @NickSilly Answers Some Questions
- We Have Nothing To Lose
- How We Feel About Advice...and We Ramble
- Sometimes Karma is a Bitch for a Reason (1 of 3)
- Life Kicks Us in the Ass at Every Turn (2 of 3)
- ...More Ass Kicking From Life... (3 of 3)
- Fuck Face Gets Fired and What We Think About That
- We Get A New Job and James Meets Fuck Face
- Good Deeds & Old Jobs
- Why Our Twitter Account Is "Me" and Not "Us"
- How We Turned Roast Beef Into An Apple Fritter
- Religion, You Say? We Have A View On That
- Growth and Change; An Artist Standpoint
- Reading We Recommend: Casey Hannan
- Hell Ride: A Film Review
- Doing Freedom Right, Our 9/11 Post
- Evil of Three: A Painting
- Saviour: A Painting
- Deadly Catch: A Painting
- Untitled Vision A: A Paiting
- Sad Clown Society: A Painting
- Pretty Things: A Poem
- Erase This Poem
- The Tale of the Barbie Massacre Trail/Part 1
- Happy Zombie Day A.K.A Happy Easter
- Love Juice...We're No Cosmo Magazine But...
- Emmie Writes About Sex & Erotica
- Birds of A Feather, on Twitter, CAN Flock Together
- For Us, It's All About Team Awesome...and Twitter
- We Talk About Listing People On Twitter
- Who Are The Twitter Elite...And Of Course We Ramble
- You're Doing Twitter Wrong
- So, You've Been Unfollowed and/or Blocked
- There's More Than One Way To Skin A Troll
- Our New Guest Blogger (Kerry Stott @kerrystott)
- Our Guest Blogger Writes About Depression (Kerry Stott @kerrystott)
- Our Guest Blogger Writes About Suicide (Kerry Stott @kerrystott)
- Our Guest Blogger Writes About Endopsychic Energy (Kerry Stott @kerrystott)
- We Get A Guest Blogger - Kinky Sex! (The Single Mom @singlemomdate)
- How To Tie A Nose With Words (Jake @vagabondroyalty)
Other, Not As Much DID related, Written By Alters:
A Day In The Room (Writing done by those other than Frank et al)
Health:
Family:
Relationships:
Friendships:
Work:
Life:
Food & Cooking
Opinion/Philosophy:
Art/Poetry:
Humour/Random/Fun:
Social Media:
Guest Bloggers:
Imported From Our Boyfriends Blog:
Noted Mental Health Bloggers of Twitter - Want to be added? Just ask.
Noted Creatives of Twitter
✍ Noted Active Bloggers from Twitter (Updated 02/2014)
- **NEW** (2015) therestelesswords
- A Little Tour In Yellow
- Adventures In Estrogen
- Bittersweet Gestalt
- Brewt.Blacklist
- Built-in Birth Control
- Chronicles of Nothing
- Die Hipster
- Dudes, That's My Skull
- Everythign Is Okay In A Fucked Up Kinda Way
- Is There Anybody Out There?
- Jules Just Write
- Just Me With...
- Lovers and Wreckers
- Marisa Feathers (a.k.a Bittersweet Gestalt)
- Minutes of Mayhem
- Mommy Undressed
- Mommy Wants Vodka
- My 30 Spot
- My Pixie Blog
- No, Seriously, You Probably Shouldn't Read This
- Oh The Humanitease. Humanitees? Whatever It Is.
- Scary Mommy
- She Suggests
- Six Sentences
- Tall Tales
- The Cabinet of Ordinary Ferocities
- The Collective Works of E.E. Zulkoski
- The Pummelo
- The Single Mom's Dating Diary
- Things That Need To Be Said
- Thought For Your Penny
- Turning The Page: A Literary Ramble
- Veronica Foale - I Tell Stories...
- Vicious Cycle
- WriteWendy's Musings
