Friday, May 16, 2014

♥ From Sadness To The Stage ♥

I never thought the day would come when I’d be handcuffed in the back of a police car. The symptoms started when I was 18, but I chose to ignore them. My senior year of high school I began not being able to function and attend school. I had always made good grades, but suddenly I wasn't even able to get out of bed. I was sent to an inpatient psychiatric hospital for adolescents and diagnosed with depression.  I was so embarrassed when everyone in my senior class found out about my trip to the “looney bin.”   But I managed to graduate with a 3.9 GPA andI went on to college, but began having trouble concentrating.   Instead of making my usual straight A’s, I was struggling to pass. I would go on shopping sprees and go for a week with  almost no sleep. Then there would be times where I would stay in bed for days.  Small tasks like showers became impossible and although I wasn't suicidal, I started focusing on death.  I thought my death would be good because I would go to Heaven and meet Jesus, but I kept thinking my mom would miss me and then I didn't even know how I would even come up with a suicide plan  I had delusional thoughts an d an over-confidence and felt as if I could conquer the world!In the back of my mind I had diagnosed myself with bipolar disorder. My major in college was psychology so I knew I had all the symptoms. However, I was in denial and instead of seeking help, I started self-medicating with drugs and alcohol. I felt like as long as I could get high, I could escape from reality and not have to deal with my emotional problems.          

During this time, I met a man at work and started falling in love.  I was suddenly happy and I became manic and then my mania became worse because now I had lost my virginity and thought I had found Mr. Right!  I had been up for about a week straight and that led to the worst day of my life. I don’t know how someone can be in touch with reality one hour then slip into a psychotic state the next, but as I recall, that’s how it happened. After breaking windows and basically destroying my parents’ house and jumping in a pond, I called the cops and went on a rant and cussed them  and hung up. Of course they sent an officer to respond and after being handcuffed then put in a straightjacket, I was sent to a psychiatric hospital and diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 1 at the age of 21.  I was held against my will for Ten days.  Yes, 10 Days.  It was pure hell.  There were nice nurses and doctors, but one nurse had it out for me and one night when I couldn't stop crying she paged the doctor at 3 am and next thing I know, I was escorted to a padded room.  Just because I couldn't stop crying.  
When I got out of the psych hospital, I thought I could return to my normal life with the guy I was crazy about.  But  he disappeared as soon as he got word that I had to go to a mental hospital. I felt so alone. Not only was I having to accept the fact that I was bipolar, a college dropout, and without a job, but now someone I thought had cared for me didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I truly thought that no guy would ever want to be in a relationship with me because I would be too much "drama".  But I still had hope.  I knew God had a plan and that not every day is going to be sunshine and roses and not every guy is going to fall in love with me and share the same feelings.  So I started praying and asking God to help me get through the days and weeks to come.    I tried to move on with life, but in 2007, finding out about my unrequited lover’s marriage led to another manic episode and a change in my psychotropic medications.  I was beginning to get  fired from good jobs because I was so out of touch with reality that I couldn’t even function at work.  After I came down from the mania, I decided it was time to let go and let God. I watch Joyce Meyer every morning and one morning she said "If you want to walk on water, you've got to get out of the boat.”  So I joined a gym and managed to lose 50 pounds. I kept a full-time job and enrolled back in school studying psychology. I had been seeing a therapist and taking my medication daily, but I still needed something more.
So I started writing. First I started writing out my thoughts. But then I looked at my writings and decided it was time to speak up and tell my thoughts to the world. So I put together about 5 minutes of material and went to my first open mic night at a comedy club. I was so nervous, but I absolutely loved it! I found that it was incredibly cathartic being on stage, even more so than talking to my therapist! The more I got on stage, I could tell that my self-esteem slowly started building back up. I can’t recall when I’ve ever been that happy! 
In September of 2013 I was fired for the seventh time from an Alcohol and Drug Rehab.  I am taking that as a sign from Our Creator that I should pursue my stand-up comedy career.  I now try to find the humor in each situation I go through. And most importantly, I now understand that there is nothing wrong with me!   Bipolar disorder is just a chemical imbalance in the brain. If someone doesn't want to be in a relationship with me because of that, then they are the one with the problem. I deserve more than just a "friends with benefits / fuck buddy" relationship. Now I look forward to meeting someone to share my future with that will accept me for who I am, mental illness and all!  And you know what?  I never would have started doing stand-up comedy if it weren't for the racing thoughts in my head caused by bipolar disorder. I like being bipolar. It makes me quirky and I like being quirky!   I’m so glad I decided to stand up and speak out and let people know that it doesn’t matter if you’re a little “crazy.” Being “crazy” pays!

Monday, May 12, 2014

Let It Go



By T. D. Jakes

There are people who can walk away from you.

And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you:
let them walk.

I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you,
loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you let them walk.
Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

The Bible said that, They came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with
us. [1 John 2:19]

People leave you because they are not joined to you.

And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.

Let them go.



And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means
that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead.

You've got to know when it's dead.

You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got
the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me.
And if it takes
too much sweat I don't need it.
Stop begging people to stay.

Let them go!!


If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was
never intended for your life, then you need to......

LET IT GO!!!


If you are holding on to past hurts and pains .....

LET IT GO!!!


If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth.....


LET IT GO!!!


If someone has angered you .......

LET IT GO!!!


If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge......

LET IT GO!!!


If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction......

LET IT GO!!!


If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents.....

LET IT GO!!!


If you have a bad attitude.....

LET IT GO!!!


If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better.....

LET IT GO!!!


If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him......

LET IT GO!!!


If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship......

LET IT GO!!!


If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves......

LET IT GO!!!


If you're feeling depressed and stressed......

LET IT GO!!!


If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to......

LET IT GO!!!


Let the past be the past. Forget the former things.

GOD is doing a new thing for 2007!!!


LET IT GO!!!


Get Right or Get Left think about it, and then ....

LET IT GO!!!


"The Battle is the Lord's!"

Sunday, May 4, 2014

She's a Good Girl. ♥ 's Her Mama. Loves Jesus. And America Too.

I have been in a sexual drought lately.  And by lately I mean it's been over a year since penetration has taken place.  I love being single, but I do miss the companionship and sexual benefits that a monogamous relationship offers.
So today I was super uber excited to see a former Friend with Benefits had contacted me on PlentyofFish.  I said, "Hallelujah a gentleman caller has found me and penetration will now be received!"
But, alas...........the excitement wore off pretty quickly when he said, "I've thought about your great blow jobs alot...u r very talented" 
  Ten Years ago ~ I would have been proud ~ proud of my fellatio black belt but no.  That is not something I want to hear.  How about a "You look pretty" or "You've lost weight" or "You are so smart - that's awesome that you're almost done with your Bachelors in Clinical Psychology and applied to Law School."
 I guess where I am getting old...turn 32 next Monday...and never married, I can sense red flags very quickly because in my 20s my standards were not high.  My father and I never had a relationship so I sought to seek out love with anyone who'd let me seduce them because I didn't understand why my father wouldn't talk to me and favored my sister over me..  But I digress...
My guy best friend stops by so I'm thinking well I should just stand up this former Fwb I haven't seen in years like he did me the last time and I had got my whole hoo hah waxed and ready for action and spent 2 hours getting all primped up and yeah dude never shows and I end up having sex with myself.
 But I thought I would be the Bigger person this time or above that - whatever that is called- and just let him know that I'll have to take a rain check thinking he would be fine with it since he has stood me up at least 3 times in the past.  I get so mad and bitter over these men because "guys use me" ~ but after much reflection and prayer - I am realizing the men only let me do as much as I want.  If I say no, then the men who are gentlemen take No as the final answer or if they don't I kick them in the balls and send them out the door.  Like seriously...don't get me started on guys that grab your hand and say "see how horny you make me" and beg for a blow job or penetration or go down on your while your passed out and you wake up and say, "what the fuck are you doing?"  and mr. molester says, "i'm sorry i haven't done it in a while."  Should have squeezed his head with my thighs until he passed out stupid fuckin fucktard.  Who the hell goes down on a woman without her consent?  I am quite bitter about men at this time in my life in case you can't tell.  But I digress....
HEY FUCKTARDS - Begging for sexual favors or money for gas or anything from a woman is an instant turn-off and you will be going home with blue balls and I don't care how many pictures you send me of your poor misshapen chewbacca looking "balls about to explode" because I didn't play with them like golf balls or suck on them.   Sorry, buddy.  Guess you're gonna have to handle that problem yourself.  Suck it up, pussy.  Stop being a little bitch and poutin' cause you can't get laid.
 Look in the fucking mirror for once and say, "How's that working the fuck out for you, Self?" or "Why am I almost 40 and no one will marry me?"  or "I just need to come out the closet because everyone in this town knows I'm a womanizing narcissistic man whore who also like to fuck guys."
LADIES ~ We can take back the power and raise our standards and you know what ~ I will never again say, "well it's just a blow job!  nom nom nom nom..."
The Willow Ridge girls who were my clients informed me one night when the people came for sex-ed and passed out loads of condoms, female condoms, dental dams, and lubes about getting HPV in the throat that can cause throat cancer.  Hell far!  I could get throat cancer from semen like Michael Douglas did from going down and eating out his hot wife Katherine Zeta Jones.  Did you know you can get cancer from swallowing too many loads of jiz!
   Well the former fuck buddy wasn't too happy when I said that I was gonna watch the race and smoke and tried to make me feel bad by saying he left his kids to do laundry early so he could be here around 5.  And then I Snapped.  Not Oxygen channel Snapped...but Mentally snapped and my devil angel on my left shoulder overpowered my good angel on my right shoulder...
Since April 21st ~ day I cussed out cops and nurses and doctor in ER and fuckers at Woodridge who called a Doctor Strong on me even thought all I was doing was screaming and cussing but Lord forbid you raise your voice in this God-forsaken town.  I got the fucking JCPD and MSHA Security escort across the road and then was committed for fourth time in psychiatric hospital.  I said, "Just give me a GD chaperone and I'll walk my damn self out the road."  Hot ER doctor said, "Maam you are going to have to calm down."  I replied, "CALM DOWN?  WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CALM DOWN WHEN YOU ALREADY 5150'ed ME and I know I'm on an involuntary 72 hour hold?  Whatcha gonna do now?  Put me back in a straightjacket in the fucking padded room?"  Then I said, "I wish you had fucking manic depression and been up for 5 fucking days in a row with no sleep."  Seriously - shouldn't ER doctors be trained on bipolar disorder's mania and psychosis?  I was in the Psych pod of the ER.  That's just some fucked up shit when I had called 911 because I recognized I was in crisis mode and could not drive to my psychiatrist.  I had hung up on the 911 dispatcher because I was like look I don't need any cops and she said they had to send them.  Well when pretty boy copped banged on the door like I was some ratchety bitch on a COPS episode - I ran and hid.  I was manic and was beginning to slip into the psychosis state of mania and I thought maybe if I hid they would go away.  Negative. When I finally came outside, there is 4 cops with their hands on thier hips and I'm like "what the fuck? I said I had no weapons just my mace?"  They dispatch 4 cops when over on the south side of JC people do bath salt drug deals in the street but a woman who has never been arrested and has no criminal history gets 4 cops cause I'm hysterically crying and having a panic attack and just needed help and called the National Suicide Prevention Line and wouldn't you know it - was routed to Frontier Health Crisis ~ where I worked at The CALM Center and crisis transport and knew that damn bitch and I asked for the Homicidal department and she kept saying, "This is Frontier Health Crisis ma'am." Which made me have more homicidal thoughts.  Stupid cunt.  But I digress....
Hey MSHA - maybe you need to train doctors and nurses about manic depression / bipolar disorder.  It's not just moodiness.  It's a fucking chemical imbalance in the brain and when you are in the "psychosis" state you are out of touch with reality and yes, verbally agressive.  Bright hospital lights are painful and that's why I was wearing my sunglasses you fucking douchebag.  Don't fucking tell a woman to "calm down" when 2 Valiums and a shot of Ativan in her fat ass didn't even phase her.  And being by that damn nurses station?  Maybe you need to remind your nurses that some psych patients are very smart and are not deaf and I heard every single conversation including the ones where your cunt nurses were laughing at me.
One security dude walks by and points at me and the nurse said, "she's the homicidal one." I was not homicidal, bitch. I just had homicidal thoughts but I would never harm anyone...hell far I cry when I accidentally step on a wooly worm.
 But yeah, I have also cussed out about 4 former exes and friends with benefit dudes so you can see now why I don't fear anyone anymore.  It's very liberating now that I am finally taking a stand for myself.  When no one else stands up for you ~ all you have is Jesus ~ and that was all I needed and still need.
I was still manic as hell once I got out the bin and one night talked too much and got on my friends nerves but when he raised his voice at me ~ the devil came out again.  I tackled him and yelled at the top of my lungs "I just spent 30 fucking bucks on Hardees!  Get the Fuck out my GD House."  I was pissed.  But then an hour later I'm laughing at myself cause I had never pushed or over-powered a man.  (He probably has a different story but he knows I won the fight.) But we have been friends over 10 years so he knows about my manic depression and sometimes bat shit craziness and that Woodridge always fucks me up more when I get out than before I went in so we were cool the next day and that was the first time I ever tackled or wrestled a guy and it felt pretty good. 

 I didn't know I could have called a damn taxi and committed myself.  But of course I am going to be upset when I've been awake for 5 days and the ER nurses not giving me anything for anxiety.  Stuck me right by that damn nurses station cause I'm the "crazy homicidal" girl.  With a MSHA security standing outside my door and here I am with nothin but an ugly hospital gown that has ties in the fucking back. (Whoever invented those gowns need to make different ones for us big girls) and my sunglasses because after being awake for 5 days - bright fluorescent hospital lights are painful on the eyes.  But yeah, I was the "homicidal" one they had to watch but you just can't stick me in a room with no tv and not give me any anxiety meds to calm down.  But I don't want to get off on another tangent because it's just fucked up and they will reap what they have sowed cause I got me a lawyer and Jesus on my side, bitches.
So... back to this former fuck buddy fucktard.  I told this mother fucker off because this same dude once stood me up a few years ago - got me all hot and bothered and I paid 90 fucking dollars for a Brazilian wax which is not just a bikini wax....It's the whole biscuit region and then you get on all fours and they wax your butt hair....So yeah...told another dude off.
Men tend to forget that women remember e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g as far back as how you treated us sweet girls in elementary school.  I got emails and texts from 10 years ago still saved.  Just in case someone contacts me and I can't remember why I stopped seeing them and I can pull up their file ~ok I don't have a file on all the losers I've met, just a select few - the ones who really fucked me over by cheating and/or borrowing lump sums of money and the stalker ones where I documented all the threats and texts and emails so I will have the documentation ready if a restraining order needs to be filed ~ but when I reminded dude of times he stood me up and asked why - he did not even apologize - just said, "I had some other issues.  I just can't explain"
Which is code for : "I fuck so many women I just can't remember standing you up because I was fucking someone else that night. "
But then I got really pissed when I even offered for him to come later tonight.  But of course he had to be a little bitch and pout...and I wasn't going to apologize.  I apologize too much when I haven't even done anything wrong!  I told him maybe it was Karma.  And he said, "sounds like planned Karma"  Hey fuckety Fucktard! - I don't plan Karma, no one plans Karma.  Karma is it's own bitch that will come back and bite you in the ass and maybe if you weren't such a manwhore douchebag ~ past fwb's would reinstate your benefits....but now that you had to be a little bitch.....You ain't ever gettin' these goodies again, fucker.
I am so done with these losers manipulating me to make me think I am the one with the fucking problem.

NEWSFLASH   IT'S NOT ME .................IT'S YOU Fucktard!

Guys almost 40 and over 40 years old complain about us ladies. "She talks to much" or "She's a psycho fruitcase"  or "She's one crazy bitch that has been committed to the looney bin 4 times" or "She has a male friend she must be fucking"  or "I don't like your best friend - you can't hang with her anymore."
Stop your bitchin' and don't be a Pussy and get mad and pout or get in a rage because you don't FUCK with a woman's heart or wallet.  And next time, mother fuckers, I ain't going back toWoodridge.  So call me crazy to my face you stupid fucker.  NEWSFLASH:  I'm a comedienne.  I get paid to be crazy, you fucking psycho stalker.  Oh that's right - you never came to any of my performances because you cheated on me the whole damn time we were together.  Damn I hate guys who think they are hot shit with their Hayabusa's and Harley's and oh I own a house!  um yeah, but no woman is ever gonna move in to that house and be your wife because you are almost 40 and never married but still blame all your issues on the women you date!  What the fuck was I thinking ~ falling in love with some fat-ass-former-semi-pro-football-think-you're-hot-shit-ex-cop-fucktard-douchebag who has had stalking charges filed on him in the past?!  Who said, "Do not ever contact me again you fucking crazy ass bitch!"  First of all, sir, I did not contact you.  You contacted me first wanting a "body pic" then a blow job.  Then he said, "You WAS a waste of time from day one!"  Someone needs to tell the Tennessee State Board of Education that Carter County students are not learning how to use proper grammar. 
Hey fucktard - Grow some balls and Grow the fuck up.  Put on your Big Boy Briefs and suck it up.
Admit your faults and go see a therapist.  And Ladies: fuck dating a man that abuses you.  Emotional abuse is still abuse just like physical abuse.  Do not let a man control your every move and if he starts questioning your whereabouts if you are apart for an hour or tells you what clothes you should wear or puts you down and belittles and disrespects you those are RED FLAGS of jealousy and if they began early in a relationship ~ you might as well be findin' a nice pen to sign your divorce papers in about 5 years.  And then on the polar opposite.  Don't date a pussy guy that will not stand beside you when you face hard times and adversity.  Date a real man who loves God and knows how to love you and treats women with respect and dignity.  If he disappears as soon as your social worker from Woodridge calls him and tells his co-workers who were your friends and former co-workers that you are "getting the help you need" and that even though you are pretty you have "too much drama" .  But yeah, not going to discuss my unrequited lover any more because that was 10 years ago when I fell in love.  Wasted way too many tears on him and went insane after losing my virginity and finding out he was a manwhore then went insane when he got married.  His wife was smart and left him and now he is reaping what he sowed and I would never disrespect myself and be with a narcissistic man like that again.  I've met some really great guys lately and I am trusting God to place a man in my life with morals and who is loyal and not a womanizer.   A man who not only reads his Bible ~ but applies the scripture to his life.

This town is fucked up.  Guys stick their dick in anything and then the good girls are at home with raging hormones and are forced to buy a big dildo because the guys she likes are fucking the whores and old bitches from up north who try to sing the blues who have never even known the fucking blues. 
I'm singing "Folsom Prison Blues" and "Hurt" by Johnny Cash in the Cedar Unit up in Woodridge on a 2 inch mattress and rubber pillow.  That is the fucking blues, bitch.

to be continued..................................