fade pale your wounds
into the horizons of the sun;
setting our hearts to rest.
Standing Human, digital sketch, 10 x 14 inch (25.4 x 35.56 cm)
In the past week, I have been witness to people being treated less than. Also, being lifted up by still others.
I don’t understand why we can hurt each other as we do. I don’t know what drives us to knock down, stifle motivation and passion. There is nothing wrong with honest reality. That is different than purposely separating and demeaning.
Ego drives us to act better than we are, or to put someone down to make ourselves feel better.
I love watching that darkness trying to suffocate life, and see the love actions of others making sure light wins.
Much of my reflections lately come back to mental health, in particular how we treat people with mental illness. By random chance, an article about a possible development in Dallas came through my news feed google graces me with on my phone.
It caught my attention, because the possible development involved Timberlawn Psychiatric Hospital; to be turned into some sort of homes/gated community? Caught my attention. In the mid 1990’s I was there. Some pretty horrific experience.
This led to an article last year announcing its closing. The state was going to close them if they didn’t close themselves. A rabbit hole of articles and I realize it wasn’t just me. My experience was minimal compared to the horrors some experienced.
My rabbit hole keeps expanding. My questions grow. My desire to speak more urgent.
Profits and less than(ness).
Other than to say, my desire to finish and produce the play I have been working on is reinvigorated. I am placing the words of my molesters and abusers next to words of medical staff. Then placing the words of dear friends, mentors next to the words of yet more medical staff.
Whatever you call it, two words may describe; 1) unacceptable and 2) love. May the play example both for the sake of awareness, education, connection.
May you be empowered to speak up for yourself even when all seems hopeless. May you find a path, your path.
You are beautiful. You are enough.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower
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