This a harrowing first person account of mental illness. An extraordinary peek into that hellish world.
Here is a short passage:
When I return, the room is as still and silent as it was when I left, nothing moving but faint dust motes in the lamplight. Not one of the men looks at me, yet I have an unnerving sense that they have been waiting for me to return.
Then it hits me: they know I am a dead man walking, a ghost already in their midst. What are they going to do to me? What have they done? What have they set in motion? How am I to die?
And it is so blindingly obvious then: the car, it is the car; while I was in the bathroom they placed a booby-trap bomb under my car and it will explode and kill me when I turn the key in the ignition. It is their guilt at my impending execution that causes them to avert their gaze: they feel remnants of guilt already that they have killed me.
A sudden sob escapes me. I momentarily break down in front of them, in fear of what is about to happen, and in self-pity. Defeated, deflated, totally abject and bereft now, I accept my fate.
This is a lived reality of mental illness and is frequently gripping throughout. Highly recommended.
I have long tried to understand this illness, given that we have two close family members with the disease. The stigma is still strong, but a lot more understanding of the disease is out there which is breaking down long held barriers.
My take on the butterfly effect – all your actions have repercussions! Call it the ‘ant effect’. I can only hope that insects have their own heaven.
Back to a favourite theme of mine: anxiety. We all suffer from it to a degree, and therefore I find it a relatable topic.
I am now going to gear down my postings.
- It’s summer.
- Not through a paucity of material. I, in fact, have too much, and don’t want to swamp you with my work (too late, probably).
- Probably twice a week for the time being, as I concentrate on my Instagram following and work I am submitting. The less said the better, we cartoonists are a superstitious bunch.
My grandstand is full of audience plants. Hey, it’s the perception that counts!
My cartoons are like potato chips, eat one you have to eat them all. For more chips, I mean ‘toons, follow me at Wiltoons on INSTAGRAM!
A play on the oft-repeated phrase. That is ONE way to cope. Hello, duvet, my old friend.
Forgetting to take out the garbage out. Is there anything more anxiety-producing? It means you have to sneak out your garbage all that week and place it in your neighbours in the dead of night.
Clearly an exaggerated version of yours truly. I have a lot of fun writing this character which, I am sure, is costing me followers and those richly delicious likes.
Semi-autobiographical post. I would spend many hours destroying and dismantling bugs, as a child. I occasionally step on them, though I don’t go out of my way to do so, being a bit squeamish. Now, my teen kids ask me to ‘deal’ with insect situations – they are both not fans of bugs. I never kill them, choosing instead, to release them to the mercy of birds and other predators. Of course, the insect redress may never reach a balance – the scale still tips heavily with the many bugs I dispatched in childhood!
Ah that Willy, ever looking for an excuse to stay in bed and watch Netflix or episodes of Shaun the Sheep. This is clearly an exaggerated version of myself, and it is a lot of fun to fool around with hyperbole and engage in plain silliness.