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Mind on Fire


This a harrowing first person account of mental illness. An extraordinary peek into that hellish world.

Here is a short passage:

When I return, the room is as still and silent as it was when I left, nothing moving but faint dust motes in the lamplight. Not one of the men looks at me, yet I have an unnerving sense that they have been waiting for me to return.

Then it hits me: they know I am a dead man walking, a ghost already in their midst. What are they going to do to me? What have they done? What have they set in motion? How am I to die?

And it is so blindingly obvious then: the car, it is the car; while I was in the bathroom they placed a booby-trap bomb under my car and it will explode and kill me when I turn the key in the ignition. It is their guilt at my impending execution that causes them to avert their gaze: they feel remnants of guilt already that they have killed me.

A sudden sob escapes me. I momentarily break down in front of them, in fear of what is about to happen, and in self-pity. Defeated, deflated, totally abject and bereft now, I accept my fate.

This is a lived reality of mental illness and is frequently gripping throughout. Highly recommended.

I have long tried to understand this illness, given that we have two close family members with the disease. The stigma is still strong, but a lot more understanding of the disease is out there which is breaking down long held barriers.

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Back to a favourite theme of mine: anxiety. We all suffer from it to a degree, and therefore I find it a relatable topic.

I am now going to gear down my postings.

  1. It’s summer.
  2. Not through a paucity of material. I, in fact, have too much, and don’t want to swamp you with my work (too late, probably).
  3. Probably twice a week for the time being, as I concentrate on my Instagram following and work I am submitting. The less said the better, we cartoonists are a superstitious bunch.
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Insect Anxiety

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Semi-autobiographical post. I would spend many hours destroying and dismantling bugs, as a child. I occasionally step on them, though I don’t go out of my way to do so, being a bit squeamish. Now, my teen kids ask me to ‘deal’ with insect situations – they are both not fans of bugs. I never kill them, choosing instead, to release them to the mercy of birds and other predators. Of course, the insect redress may never reach a balance – the scale still tips heavily with the many bugs I dispatched in childhood!