Something's Up With Jack

So i have recently been having a period of bad mental health and the reason I haven't been posting blogs as often as I would like is because I am trying to get myself up and out of that situation. I have been learning how to function and get sleep while working nights nearly full time and also attending full time classes, thank goodness I am only taking four this semester. Next semester I have five but the vast majority of those will be easy on me. Easy on me in the sense that I will be having professors that I love or that the subject matter is intrinsically interesting to me (for example: Religious Studies).

So wish me well, guys. Today is a new day I plan on working better at my school work. I decided that from midnight to four am at work I will do my homework and after that I can nap (yes, I have the best job ever that allows me to do that).

So this morning I am early for my Advanced Poetry class and I am just drinking a blue slush from Circle K (yes, it is winter here in Canada). I might write a poem actually.

WARNING to all future poets out there (this is something that I learned in my poetry class):

Poetry exposes your mental illnesses, it does not heal it.

So if you write poetry because you are depressed or because bad things happen or because you feel like killing yourself PLEASE SEEK HELP. It is great that you are writing poetry. Good for you, you rock. But seriously writing poetry alone cannot help you, it will just allow you to fester in your pain. Please seek help from a mental health professional or counsellor if it comes to a point where  it is debilitating or you are constantly thinking about suicide. If it's just that you would like to talk to someone look for anonymous crisis help lines in your area. You may think that what you are experiencing is not a crisis but trust me they get a whole range of phone calls.

Wow... that turned grim pretty quick.

Have a good day, bitches.

Unimpressed and Partially Dressed

Fuck, guys. I'm getting sick. You know how you can just... feel it creeping on? I work nights so throughout the night I just felt my throat getting worse and worse. Now the office is rather dry so I thought it was just that, so I drank so much water that I was peeing every five minutes. I emerged into he cold air this morning, old winter jacket on, and breathed in the cold air. My throat was still scratchy. Unimpressed.

So I get myself one of those cheap truck stop style breakfast on my way to campus and I eat it. The home fries were so hard to swallow, but everything else was fine. But then it came time to take my meds (I take teva carbamazepine for not-fully-diagnosed epilepsy, huzzah) and so I got myself an orange juice and ACK! You know when you have a sore throat and your parents tell you to drink orange juice or some other citrus beverage because it's good for you but it BURNS.

Anywho, this is probably my own damn fault in the first place I have been half dressed for the weather the past week or two. Note to self: coat boots hat mitts.