She's Got Views

Before I go off and talk about Jessica Jones I thought it was important to talk about my own horrible week, but right now I can't seem to get the words to talk about it, and close family has just found out. I hope to talk about it with you when I feel a bit more able to talk about it, so right now you'll just have to settle for the fact that I had a horrible week. Much like Jessica Jones it's easy to try and reach for the bottle to dull my emotions, but unlike her I know exactly where that leads, and it's no help to anyone. Jessica has PTSD from abuse she received at the hands of the Purple Man before the show begins, and right now that is all I can relate too. She receives flashbacks to her past abuse during the first season, these cause her to have a panic attack, and she recites the phrase, "Birch Street, Higgins Drive, Cobalt lane," as a coping technique used to ground her back in reality. This I can fully relate too, I use objects to bring me int...

                                                    ........ Image courtesy of paradigmalibu These last few months I've felt as if I have dropped the proverbial ball, my mind has been witness to a stand off between Mental health disorders and things from my past I'd rather not constantly have to relive. It's buried itself into my soul while operating my mindless drone of a body, I've relived every conversation I ever had; thought of Friends long gone as I struggle to open up about my disability. I don't even like calling it that as it feels disrespectful to people like my parents; who's struggle and sheer joy of receiving two disabled free babies has been with me my entire life. But I am not OK - I feel like I have to admit that to the world. A miscarriage has taken me back mentally to a place I've not been for a very long time, and I'm petrified t...

SPOILERS AHEAD... I've spent a long time away from writing, occasionally popping on to write or I'll write about something and end up not posting it because I have been very depressed recently. My mother got very sick right around the same time that I had a miscarriage, I also suffered trauma from the miscarriage itself, which I had no idea could actually happen but it does around 25% of the time. My head has not been in a very good place recently, with the tests and the panic attacks. I had lost my voice and forgotten how to write, but then I went to see Wonder Woman. For two hours that film made me laugh, it made me cry, and it made me feel strong. I felt as though I had to power to do anything, be anything, I went through something terrible and I would make it to the other side stronger. For two hours I forgot about everything I'd been through and just focused on this fun action flick, at no point was I worried or anxious, I just got to see one of my childhood h...