|Posted by kelvinbueckert on November 23, 2017 at 6:20 PM||comments (2)|
Mental illness, is simply that, an illness in the mind, often due to chemicals out of balance in the brain, sometimes due to physical trauma being inflicted, or various other medical reasons. Unlike what is seen on tv, most people with psychosis don’t suddenly become able to craft elaborate cunning schemes, in reality their ability to craft elaborate schemes usually becomes less and less as the psychosis and irrational thinking takes hold. They can and do lash out, but in an increasingly disorganized and confused way.
I’ve seen this in action. These issues can lead to extreme and strange behavior to be sure, however, they aren’t like anything seen in horror movies. If you look closely, you can see that there is a humanity that lingers in the soul, in the mind that drives these sometimes bizarre behaviors.
People with clinical depression usually aim their hostility at themselves rather than at other people…and since they feel so useless/worthless, they typically become too apathetic to craft elaborate cunning schemes. Are there exceptions? Yes, mental illness is complicated. That is why each case needs to be evaluated on its own merits. However, the point here is, people with mental illness may well be difficult to deal with, but they are usually more of a danger to themselves than anyone else. Research shows that areas with higher mental illness cases show higher rates of suicide, not mass shootings. People with mental illness don’t need more irrational thinking and stigma, what they need from us is rational thinking, encouragement, love and lots of patience. Being sick is a normal part of the human experience, but the good news is, with medical advances, a lot of these mental health issues can be dealt with, the chemicals can be brought back into balance and life will improve.
Hope is available, reach for it, encourage people to reach for it. The only shame in mental illness belongs to those who refuse to lift a finger to help those suffering with it…to those who sit back and feed the stigma instead of walking through the storm…helping a sick, suffering soul find their way home…
Have I always enjoyed my time counseling people struggling with these issues? To be honest, no I haven’t.
Have I wished that someone else would deal with these people?
However, when I see people who have struggled with these issues finally overcome them. When I see them now living normal, healthy lives, it makes the struggle worth it.
|Posted by kelvinbueckert on November 23, 2017 at 6:15 PM||comments (0)|
|Posted by kelvinbueckert on November 23, 2017 at 6:10 PM||comments (0)|
like the wailing of a wolf
spill over the glass
as if a drunken bartender
were to continue pouring
despite the desperate protests
of a victim drowning
in the storm of an unnatural passion
that drives the frantic paws
the hungry clawing
digging for something to devour
as the winds of lust
with the shell
lying on that soiled bed
only the wolf remains standing
tall with power
as the pictures of this predator
are shoved away
into a dark closet of the mind
where ghosts of trauma wander
those twisted words
all those huddled alone
in the corner at the party
all those forgotten in the alley
all those starving themselves for a better body
but still, desperately hungry
to find identity
when the truth is, what these animals say may be ugly
but that can never change your true beauty
what they do may be lustful, hateful
but that can never change the truth that you are lovely
what they have taken may have left you feeling worthless
but that can never change the truth that you are priceless
in the eyes of God…
|Posted by kelvinbueckert on September 20, 2017 at 11:45 AM||comments (0)|
|Posted by kelvinbueckert on March 9, 2017 at 11:45 AM||comments (0)|
I cut this scene from Memories of Dwayne...but, I still liked it...so, I'm sharing it here with you...
“Welcome y'all,” The preacher paused to straighten his sweat-drenched collar. "Just call me Dwayne. After all, we're all friends here, aren't we?”
Yellow shafts of light beamed through the windows, illuminating the simply decorated Church.
In many ways it was a typical lazy Sunday morning, however, it was unusual in the fact that the pews were full.
Quite a few citizens were curious about the handsome preacher standing on the stage in front of the church.
The preacher in question wore a blue-checkered shirt and black jeans. He set his straw cowboy hat onto the wooden pulpit before him.
“I tell ya, it sure is a privilege to be asked ta preach to ya fine folks. It humbles me...it really does...I’m just a simple country boy but I’ll try do my best for ya all. That much I can promise ya... "
Dwayne smiled, revealing a mouthful of perfect teeth.
“I just gotta few words of thanks ta share before I start my message. I haven’t been here that long but Travis...Travis where are ya...” Dwayne scanned his flock. “I think we all know who I’m talkin' about don't we? Yes sir, that well-dressed young man there in the front row. Ya wanna stand up?" Travis stood and proudly adjusted his suit as the preacher continued. "I just wanna thank ya for makin’ a country boy so welcome. That's all right Travis, you can sit down now...I wouldn't wanna wear ya out." The preacher cleared his throat. "The other person I’d like ta thank here this mornin is my dear wife, Marsha Pruen. I'm not gonna ask her ta stand. She's a humble woman...but I just wanna say I'm blessed ta have her in my life an ask ya all ta give her a round of applause.”
The congregation clapped and cheered on cue.
Dwayne paused to wipe moisture from his forehead.
The air was heavy with humidity and the smell of sweat.
Faint engine sounds drifted in through open windows.
“Yep, I can still taste that fine loaf of fresh bread she baked for me just this mornin!" Dwayne smiled. “It sure is distractin’ but I gotta sermon ta preach don't I?" He adjusted the notes on the pulpit. "Yes sir...this sermon has long needed ta be preached. Everywhere ya look, ya see thieves, drunkards, and perverts roamin this island!” The preacher shook his head. "Folks, I tell ya the truth, it saddens my heart ta see these people gettin sucked into sin...But we gotta think of our children...we gotta do what's right for them! We gotta take some action against these sinners runnin around here!” Dwayne slammed his fist onto the pulpit. “Some serious action! We gotta do what it takes ta make this here island great again...are ya with me?”
The crowd roared its approval.
"I tell ya I'm sure glad ta hear that. Now here's how we're gonna do it..."