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Crossing The Stream Of Consciousness To Mental Health

September 5, 2013 Alistair McHarg

For all of us, and when I say “us” I refer, of course, to those who society might describe in terms less than entirely flattering, for example, “laughing academy graduates”, “strange rangers”, “those who dance to the beat of a different marsupial”, and of course, “Followers of Lord Whackadoomious”, to cite only the most widely circulated, familiar to schoolchild and senior citizen alike, there comes a time and, speaking from experience I assure you it is a time one remembers as vividly as one’s first blackout, if that’s not oxymoronic, when one realizes with clarity, certainty, brevity, and afternoon tea that what is commonly referred to as “mental illness” is no mere passing fancy, no hobby or experiment, no entertaining divertissement or amble through a funhouse gallery of distortion mirrors but, rather, a way of being, not a lifestyle per se but merely a life or, more properly, truly a life, a complete life, which is to say, one will be doing all the things of life, the stuff, the occupations, the challenges, yes, the disappointments and frustrations as well, as a mentally ill person quite distinct from people who, through no fault of their own, are not mentally ill and must raise families, force themselves through meaningless occupations which they call jobs, without even the slightest smidgen of mental illness to make them interesting, and when one has this epiphany, if I may use such a highfalutin word, when a word as unassuming as “realization” would have served just as handily, there is that sinking feeling one experiences upon dropping car keys down a storm drain, that frozen moment of heightened awareness, like the instant before two steam locomotives, accidentally guided onto the same track, collide, colors are more vivid, sounds more intense, even one’s sense of smell is heightened, those keys, frozen in mid-air, no way to reach them, all is gone, all is certain, the die is cast, the cast has dyed, and as the keys descend through the cast iron grill, smiling a mocking, toothy smile broad as the face of a 58 Buick, the knowledge settles in the pit of your pendulum and you make peace, sweet peace, you let go, sweet release, embracing your reality with a brave little smile as you step off the ferry to tread on terra incognito.

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McHarg, A. (2013, September 5). Crossing The Stream Of Consciousness To Mental Health, HealthyPlace. Retrieved on 2022, December 1 from https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/funnyinthehead/2013/09/crossing-the-stream-of-consciousness-to-mental-health



Author: Alistair McHarg

Tim
September, 5 2013 at 9:06 pm

Beautiful and awe-ful

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Alistair McHarg
September, 6 2013 at 1:54 am

Hello Tim! Hope you are well! Thank you for reading...and for the nice words! All the best, A

cindyaka
September, 5 2013 at 3:33 pm

Hi Alistair. :) Wow! How did you know I absolutely love dancing to the beat of a different marsupial? My son and I came up with assorted descriptions of being insane while on a road trip to Penn State for a conference, ie) a few fries short of a Happy Meal, the ever proverbial... a few lights short of a Christmas tree, a few tools missing from the shed, and one exit short of the toll booth. There are others, but I can't remember them right now. We had quite a bit of fun coming up with that list. We even have one for bad Christmas songs. Well, I guess I'll stop being one chair short of a dining set, or something like that. Best wishes for the week!

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Alistair McHarg
September, 6 2013 at 1:56 am

a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic...porch light on but nobody home...not exactly with the team...

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