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Fear, Stigma and Mental Illness

Posted by kelvinbueckert on November 23, 2017 at 6:20 PM Comments 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?


Yes, often.


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.

Eating Smart: Three Stupid Ideas

Posted by kelvinbueckert on November 23, 2017 at 6:15 PM Comments comments (0)

Eating our words can be a challenge, especially if our promises are empty. You can feast all day on these empty calories and still end up hungry for something more. What can we do in these situations? Start drinking? Most experts now say that drinking a lot doesn’t really fill that empty hole, besides, drinking situations are usually fluid…and unpredictable. On the other hand, eating can lead to a full and happy life. How? As the winner of many eating contests (most notably, the Hunger Games) I am happy to share some of the insights that I have invented over the past few minutes. 1. WATCH WHAT YOU EAT…but not for too long otherwise your food will get cold. Believe it or not, if you watch your plate of food for long enough you’ll see mold start to grow on it. I learned this one the hard way. You don’t want this to happen to you. When its time, eat and be filled. 2. YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT so if you want to become someone of substance, you need to start feeding your mind and body things of substance. No more eating your own empty words! No more junk food! No more brain candy…or eye candy either! Out with the fluff and in with the other stuff! 3. EAT SMART: NO BACKBITING…its tasteless, especially the thick woolen sweaters people wear these days…not to mention its just plain weird to bite the backs of other people. The same principle applies to biting the hand that feeds you, waiters hate that. Believe me, I wouldn’t be writing these valuable tips from prison if I had learned this lesson sooner. So, in summary, when it’s time to eat, eat, if you want a healthy mind and body, feed yourself healthy things, and remember, no back biting…hand biting…or biting wit…

The Predator and its Prey

Posted by kelvinbueckert on November 23, 2017 at 6:10 PM Comments comments (0)

Ugly words

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


and after


as the winds of lust


are fading


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


remain, haunting


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…

Writing About Writing AKA Shameless Self Promotion

Posted by kelvinbueckert on September 20, 2017 at 11:45 AM Comments comments (0)

In regards to the cover in progress I posted the other day. Covers are in progress...why? Is it something to do with the oncoming Canadian winter? Well, it has been fairly well publicized that I write plays from local history. Yes, I can hear those gasps. Some people come out of the closet...while I am occasionally seen coming out of the library. To those I offended by this, I apologize, these revelations came as a shock to me as well. Note to self, Kelvin, keep those fingers out of the electrical outlet and you can avoid shocking experiences like this. In any case...I'm pleased to say there are three new books set to be released over the next six months...Life in Our Town is a book dealing with the historical side of life, complete with documentation of where I got these crazy but true stories from. But, wait, that's not all. I've been asked quite a few times about a book compiling my crazy little tales into one annoying volume. That book is finally at hand and it is called, Uncle Kelly's Little Book of...Wisdom? It is packed full of short little stories, much like those I post here occasionally, accompanied by a selection of beautiful photographs and silly sayings. Some have gone so far as to call it, "paper and ink bound into book form!" While Benny Hinn raved, "false teaching! That's all it is! And believe me, I know about false teaching." While the U.N. General Assembly convened a special meeting to condemn it as, "a dire threat to world peace and harmony." On a more serious note...and looking also working on a book with a missionary friend, someone who has traveled the world for about 40 or years...and she wants to share wisdom gleaned from these experiences with you...that book is set for stay tuned...

Memories of Dwayne-Cut Scene...

Posted by kelvinbueckert on March 9, 2017 at 11:45 AM Comments comments (0)

I cut this scene from Memories of Dwayne...but, I still liked, 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 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..."