Author: Kristin Aragon

The Iron Traitor: Call of the Forgotten #2 (Book Review)

Originally reviewed on my old blog: Better Read Than Dead (05/05/2015)

Goodreads Review

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In the real world, when you vanish into thin air for a week, people tend to notice.

After his unexpected journey into the lands of the fey, Ethan Chase just wants to get back to normal. Well, as “normal” as you can be when you see faeries every day of your life. Suddenly the former loner with the bad reputation has someone to try for-his girlfriend, Kenzie. Never mind that he’s forbidden to see her again.

But when your name is Ethan Chase and your sister is one of the most powerful faeries in the Nevernever, “normal” simply isn’t to be. For Ethan’s nephew, Keirran, is missing, and may be on the verge of doing something unthinkable in the name of saving his own love. Something that will fracture the human and faery worlds forever, and give rise to the dangerous fey known as the Forgotten. As Ethan’s and Keirran’s fates entwine and Keirran slips further into darkness, Ethan’s next choice may decide the fate of them all.

My Review

One of my favorite things about Fey is the way they can be adapted, sculpted, and completely reinvented by an author to do anything, be anything, AND then be interpreted by the reader to look or sound or, again, be anything. What I love about Julie Kagawa’s IRON FEY SERIES is the way she can shift between writing terrifying, monstrous creatures who cause my insides to quiver, then write a breathtakingly heartwarming, and surprisingly human scenes the very next paragraph, and everything coheres. Let’s take Keirran as an example.

While The Iron Traitor is told from Ethan’s POV, I think we can all agree, the CALL OF THE FORGOTTEN story about both Ethan and his nephew, Keirran. One human, and one Fey. Throughout the novel, Keirran shifts back and forth between cold, and sometimes sinister, to warm and sorrowful. Granted, Keirran is only half-Fey, he’s been raised in the Nevernever, Mag Tuiredh, to be exact. He’s born of a Winter Prince (Ash) and half Summer Fey Princess/half human turned Iron Queen (Meghan). A boy who possesses the blood of Winter, Summer, Iron, and human… talk about confusing! And all he really wants, is to save his love Annwyl from Fading. You might think with his extensive bloodline he’d have plenty of family and friends to support him, but you would be mistaken. Aside from his parents, he has a few Iron gadgets, Razor, and Ethan. Fey politics aside, the prophecies revolving around both he and Ethan are enough to keep most Fey far away.

The journey to stop Annwyl from Fading is plagued with trouble from the beginning. Keirran is determined to pay whatever price he must to keep his love alive. Her disappearing from existence is not an option, and how often do teenagers, even those not of this world, make well-formed and sound choices when pushed into a corner? (PLEASE, leave me a comment if you know one. I now have 2 and I’m not sure either of them will ever complete this task when not backed against a wall.) Lucky for Keirran, he has a trusty uncle who will fight with him until the end. Too bad they’re both seventeenish.

Ethan, my dear sweet, naive Ethan. When will you learn? So, yeah, Ethan hears his nephew is missing. Meghan and Ash are searching both sides of the Veil for him, and finding nothing. The winds whisper where he’s been, but by the time someone can catch him, he disappears again. Ethan gets pulled into the chase when Annwyl shows up begging for his help. Meghan also took time away as the Iron Queen to make a quick house call, hoping Ethan would have heard from Keirran. No such luck. And, well, if Ethan’s going, then Kenzie’s going too.

Anyone see how this could go wrong?

Did I mention Puck? Yep, you’ll see him too. Guess what… they’re off to see Titania to ask her to reinstate Annwyl into the Summer Court so her Fade will stop. Titania despises Keirran almost as much as she hates humans and Puck.

Even to obtain Queen Titania’s consideration, the two humans and Keirran will be given an almost impossible task. A task they should probably think through, consult a few bazillion people, and then just not do, but as lovesick teenagers, they run straight ahead. It’s entirely possible that Keirran doesn’t have all the facts associated with Annwyl’s exile either. However, I’m going to go on and say… Puck could have hindered them some. Seriously.

Now, the title of this book is ominous in itself. The Iron Traitor? I’m sure you picked up on that, so I’ll leave you with that thought, and also a couple of my favorite passages from this book.

“That’s quite an offer,” he said, lowering his arm. “But I think you’re forgetting something.” “Oh? And what is that, boy?” Keirran dropped to one knee, driving his fist into the wooden floor. There was a blinding flash of blue-white, and I fliched, turning away, as roars and screams erupted around us. But a second later, they cut out as if someone had flipped a switch. My skin burned with cold, and I opened my eyes with a gasp… “I don’t sell out my family.” – page 164

“This was different,” I told her. “I wasn’t forced to do anything. This was a choice.” “Yes, it was,” Kenzie agreed solemnly. “You chose to help a friend. You chose to go along with this request because it was the only way to save his life. To save both their lives.” – page 316

And the reason I will insist on reading Faery Tales to my children, and their children:

“But now—” the Lady made a hopeless, weary gesture “—we are all but gone from their minds. Our stories have been sanitized and made into children’s tales. The Nevernever still exists on the dreams and fears of mortals, but even it grows smaller with each passing year. For those cut off from the dreamworld, we cannot help but Fade into nothing.” – page 339

Book Review – The Ravens

  • Title: The Ravens
  • Author: Kass Morgan, Danielle Paige
  • Genre: Supernatural/Fantasy
  • Publisher: Alloy Entertainment, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Release Date: November 3, 2020
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  • Blurb: Kappa Rho Nu isn’t your average sorority. Their parties are notorious. Their fundraisers are known for being Westerly College’s most elaborate affairs. But beneath the veil of Greek life and prestige, the sisters of Kappu Rho Nu share a secret: they’re a coven of witches. For Vivi Deveraux, being one of Kappa Rho Nu’s Ravens means getting a chance to redefine herself. For Scarlett Winters, a bonafide Raven and daughter of a legacy Raven, pledge this year means living up to her mother’s impossible expectations of becoming Kappa Rho Nu’s next president. Scarlett knows she’d be the perfect candidate — that is, if she didn’t have one human-sized skeleton in her closet…. When Vivi and Scarlett are paired as big and little for initiation, they find themselves sinking into the sinister world of blood oaths and betrayals. (Blurb Credit: Goodreads)

I picked up The Ravens by Kass Morgan and Danielle Paige from Barnes and Noble as it was one of their YA Book Club books. The blurb pulled me in and the writing on the pages of the book kept me reading. I have always found books that take place in dorms or something similar. fascinating. The fact that this tale unravels inside the Kappa Rho Nu’s sorority house upped my interest.

The main characters, Vivi Devereaux and Scarlett Winter, belong to the exclusive sorority, Kappa Rho Nu, AKA: The Ravens. Each young lady holds a secret that can never be shared. Rumors have spread throughout the campus. Nobody can pin down exactly what happens inside the house; they just know strange things occur.

The story is written in third person. The point of view shifts between Scarlett and Vivi in separate chapters. Scarlett has known her destiny since birth. Vivi’s mom kept them hopping from town to town and tried her best to steer Vivi away from the past. These two were thrown together from the beginning in what would become an enemies-to-friends tale. Throw in a good dose of magic and a heaping pile of gore and the plot of the story is laid bare.

The Ravens kept me in suspense from the first page until the last. The writing is simplistic with a little too much telling and not enough showing. The story contained characters of all races, which is wonderful. The description of the different races might have been a little too simplistic for me. I enjoy reading character descriptions, such as “her flawless dark mocha skin” or “her face looked like peaches and cream” when discussing ethnicities. It paints a picture that I am likely to forget. The authors chose to use the words “black” and “white” to distinguish race. I will reiterate, I loved this story because of the multiple races interacting together, I only feel that there was a more beautiful way to describe the girls.

In conclusion, The Ravens is exciting and nail biting and full of suspense and gore that kept me reading. The simplistic writing kept the pages turning but disappointed me on another level. It is possible that I have an unpopular opinion on this piece of work. I’ve not read reviews but I have glanced at ratings and it seems it has a great share of 4 and 5 stars. I’m not able to rate it that high but it does come in at a respectable 3.5 with a recommendation to read if a sorority house of magical beings living out their destinies fascinates you.

I Will Not Break – Mental Health

Get to know yourself. Decide to live your best life as the person you are. People laugh, but I’m 47, married, 2 kids, and as of today, a g-ma. I love my pink hair and I get so many compliments from people of all ages. It has boosted my confidence. I’ll continue to be me!

I’ve suffered from some sort of depression for a very long time, at least 20 years. Most of those years I functioned at a high rate. I took care of three kids–one of who had physical and mental challenges–I worked full time, I went to back to school and became a nurse, I worked in Intensive Care Units… I excelled.

Our son passed away in 2003 and my control over my mental health spiraled. I’m not going to repeat all of this because I’ve written it in my other posts. My husband and I separated shortly after DJ left us. It is unimaginably hard to be strong and need a shoulder to cry on also. Our daughters suffered the most. They had two parents who basically abandoned them. We are so thankful that we both have parents who love unconditionally and were always there for our girls. This is only a fact, absolutely not an excuse.

In 2006, my husband and I found our way back to each other and have been married for 26 years in November. Yes, our family lived in one house again but it took a couple of years to truly become a family again. My oldest spent most of her teenage years hurting and blamed me because I was the one who moved out. Our youngest, well, we’re still trying to figure out how all the traumas and tragedies affected her. She’s 20 and finding her way.

In 2015, I experienced what I would later call a “mental break.” Hallucinations, delusions, paranoia, insomnia, phobias–they all descended on me suddenly. I spent a week in the hospital and another week at a mental health facility. These episodes occurred sporadically for the next four years when we finally found the culprit. UTIs! Peeps, if you think you have a urinary tract infection, go to a doctor immediately.

Now, do I necessarily put all my faith into this development? No, of course not. Did you read about the paranoia? However, I think I’ve only had one episode this year and I had a UTI, so… I am now a frequent flyer at my doctor’s because if I suspect a UTI, even just a little bit, I am there. I don’t even care if they think I’m crazy. I am, it’s been diagnosed and verified, so I have nothing to lose.

Yes, I said it and I’ll say it again, I have formally been diagnosed with Bipolar Depression w/psychosis, insomnia, and PTSD. We’ve spent years trying to get my meds right and I currently think they are balanced and I feel wonderful! Which brings me to the point of this post. With all I’ve been through in the past 17 years…

I AM NOT GOING TO BREAK! I WILL NOT SHATTER. I WILL LIVE MY LIFE.

There are people in my life that need to hear these words. I’m a bit fragile, but give me a little time and I will put my head on straight and fight my way back to an even keel.

In October of 2019, I accompanied my parents and my youngest daughter on my first vacation since 2015. We went to see my sister and her wife. They are great people to stay with because they are vacation planners. Everyday we went somewhere and did something fun. I went to my first Dia de los Muertos parade. This is a tradition I fell in love with long ago after reading a book that included this celebration of life. (Now, my motif contains a variety of sugar skulls and other themed decor.)

Unfortunately, directly after this adventure my mother-in-law was admitted to the hospital twice. This was pre-COVID, so family members were allowed to be with her whenever possible. Since my husband and sister-in-law work, I spent a great amount of time with her. Time I treasure. Time I will never regret. She passed in December of 2019.

I was able to be a shoulder for my husband during this time, though we both grieved. Our daughters grieved the loss of not only their grandmother but of a lady who helped raise them as if they were her own. We all held each other together. This loss resides in many hearts.

Since then, I have been able to deal with other surprises, good or bad. I’ve learned that if I need to sleep a bit, I go do it. If my lupus, RA, or fibromyalgia flares, I know what treatments work the best and do them. I rarely have a day when I can’t get out of bed, but my back acted up last week and I didn’t feel guilty about it. I take my medicines as directed, and for the most part, I’m able to live my life… well, with the exception of COVID because none of us are living our best lives at the moment.

I cannot stress how much taking the time to know yourself, your strengths and weaknesses, because when you own your weaknesses you can make them strengths. Crazy, I know. But absolutely my truth.

I’m far from finished with the work it took to get to today. There will be more work tomorrow and everyday after that. Is there a chance I may have a relapse, absolutely. Now I know that my family and doctors are here to help and have been my people all this time. (If I should relapse, I hope I remember this. This seems to be something I have bad hallucinations about.)

In the meantime, be whoever you are. Be a 47 year-old, almost grandmother and color your hair pink. You might be surprised at the compliments you get.

Six of Crows Duology – Book Review

Six of Crows

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price—and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone. . . . A convict with a thirst for revenge A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager A runaway with a privileged past A spy known as the Wraith A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction—if they don’t kill each other first.
To date, I have read all of Ms. Bardugo's works and each hold
a special place in my heart. The Six of Crows duology is
integrated with charismatic characters who all embody some facet
of a psychological or mood disorder. Engrossing and tortuous
world-building hold the reader hostage, flipping page after page.
I am thankful I decided to read Six of Crows after Crooked Kingdom had already released.

The ginormous cast of characters proved to be a bit confusing in
the beginning. You can see all of my little sticky notes in the
picture. Each had a distinct personality rife with goodness and flaws,
though at times they only seemed criminal. And, they were
criminals, every single man and woman. Yes, perhaps boys and
girls sounds right, but all Ms. Bardugo's books hang on the edge
of adult fantasy. The criminality of this particular duology is
definitely for a more mature reader.
Kaz is an anti-hero. Every defining characteristic was born from
the first time he washed up on Ketterdam's shore as a young 
child. He thieved, lied, and schemed his way to a comfortable
position among the gangs surrounding the docks. He is business
savvy and knows the types of individuals he needs to complete any
mission. The largest problem is knowing who to trust.

Six of Crows is a luring tale of deviance, trust, crime, and
especially friendship. Ms. Bardugo's ability to craft twisted but
ultimately redeemable villains sets the stage for quite the drama.
The story is written in third person with each chapter told from
a different point-of-view. As is my usual opinion, multiple
point-of-views allow a deeper understanding of the characters.

I highly recommend this gorgeous read to those who love beguiling
fantasies with the allusion of a crime drama. Finally, I will
leave you with a couple of my favorite quotes.

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward, “Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo; page 181

Jesper just grinned and whispered, “Well, we’ve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We’re either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.”

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo; page 181
Looking at the quotes I tagged, I will go on record as saying 
Jesper is my favorite character.

Trigger warning: violence and language
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The Damned by Renee Ahdieh – Book Review

Following the events of The Beautiful, Sébastien Saint Germain is now cursed and forever changed. The treaty between the Fallen and the Brotherhood has been broken, and war between the immortals seems imminent. The price of loving Celine was costly. But Celine has also paid a high price for loving Bastien.

Still recovering from injuries sustained during a night she can’t quite remember, her dreams are troubled. And she doesn’t know she has inadvertently set into motion a chain of events that could lead to her demise and unveil a truth about herself she’s not quite ready to learn.

Forces hiding in the shadows have been patiently waiting for this moment for centuries. And just as Bastien and Celine begin to uncover the danger around them, they learn their love could tear them apart.

Admittedly, when I read Beautiful I did not know the novel reintroduced vampires into the YA genre. As I continued reading the more I fell in love with Sebastian and his band of misfits. This series is not only fraught with the danger of vampires, but as we learn in The Damned, other monsters pepper the pages. Fae, witches, werewolves, the Fallen, etc.

A majority of the book is told from Sebastian’s POV. His character grows immensely throughout the story. Many secrets are revealed, most are twisting turns that surprise and shock. The pace of the novel picks up as the pages turn and before long I was immersed and surprised when I flipped the last page sadness vibrated throughout my mind.

The Damned is written in multiple POVs with Sebastien’s being the only one written in first person. The other characters’ POVs are all in third person. As I mentioned earlier, the beginning is a little slow but picks up quickly. The story flows with wonderful world-building and character development. The prose is descriptive and makes you feel as if you are traipsing along Sebastien’s journey with him as he searches for a mysterious being who is rumored to have the power to “unmake” vampires.

Overall, this is one of the best stories I have read in 2020. I found virtually no mistakes. I highly recommend this book to readers who enjoy paranormal romance. The content is heavy on the paranormal and light on the romance, but the tension is always there.

Trigger Warnings: slight violence

4.5 Stars

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Down the Rabbit Hole – Intro

Quarantine and isolation provide a perfect time for self-retrospection. Often, we avoid participating in an honest self-inventory for various reasons. Possibly, this process is something you have never experienced, or even heard of. Sometimes we are afraid because traumatic experiences aren’t something anybody would enjoy reliving. Often times, denial plays a gigantic role in our reluctance of reflection.

With too much time to think, I’ve thought back over my life ranging from my first memories throughout my current age. Each life-changing event is bookmarked in my brain and I’m ready to dig through them. My life has been far from ordinary so stick around for all the foolishness of my teens, the traumatic grief of my late twenties and early thirties, my seriously psychotic forties, and finally my adventure back to normalcy.

Feel free to stick around and enjoy some seriously candid crazy stories.

Miscellaneous – Mental Health

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Who else has difficulty finding interesting things to write? Lately, I’ve been suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. Several times throughout the last months ideas have popped into my mind, usually at night, and I forget them by morning. One goal for the month of June is to keep a notepad beside the bed so I record these ideas for the next day.

Part of my problem is finding my voice. I tend to be sarcastic and I’m never sure how these snarks come across in writing. However, one rule of writing is find your voice. If people don’t like it I suppose they don’t have to read it, right?

Not too long ago I stumbled across a post on The Truth, a blog I follow. The name of the post is The Truth Register (True Confessions). The blog’s author, The Free Thinker, invites others to confess some of their truths. The thought was something different so I thought, why not write a few down. Below, you’ll find my True Confessions.

  • 1. I am terrified of spiders. Terrified to the point it is an actual phobia. My brother-in-law lived three houses down from us many years ago and one night three wolf-spiders were in the kitchen jumping at each other. I had my six-month-old with me and ran to the backroom to call my brother-in-law. He came, took care of the problem, and hasn’t let me live it down in the last 26 years.
  • 2. I love thunderstorms as long as the tornados keep to themselves.
  • 3. I’m pretty sure I was meant to be a mermaid. I LOVE the water.
  • 4. I’m an avid reader of many genres.

These are honest truths and, yes, I am still terrified of spiders. I’m also a verified and admitted people pleaser, which feeds into my issues with writer’s block. Also, I do suffer from paranoia. Always a nice personality trait to add to everything else. All-in-all I laugh off most things, my family questions my sanity. I can’t say I blame them.

My coping mechanisms are lacking though, for the most part, they work for me.

In closing, I have no idea what to title this post because I have honestly just written a bunch of crap. A scary peek into my brain and thought processes. While I can follow my train of thought, I doubt others are so lucky!

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Good night, all!

Alone – Mental Health

20130327_121020I’m here hiding in my bedroom because I am a little scared, slightly mentally drained, and angry as hell. My bedroom is my safe space and my pup makes me smile. It is a place I can come and get away from my day, rest a little, maybe watch TV or read a book, and recharge. Everyone should have a safe place where they can be themselves and not have to pretend to be happy, excited, joyful, or any other feeling.

When I was much younger I took a baseball bat to the back of my bedroom door because… well, I don’t even remember except to say I must have been angry. These days, I have an abundance of pillows to throw, punch, and scream into. A much less destructive coping mechanism. What it lacks in force it makes up for in fury. Today, I am here because I don’t have any idea what else to do.

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Posting about the most talked-about disease in the world was never my intention but at the root of my emotions is a tiny particle of the unknown. I not only suffer from mental illness but also have lupus, RA, and fibromyalgia which firmly places me into the “high-risk” category and it sucks. Most days I am fine chilling around the house but, just like a child, somebody tells me to isolate myself and I want to be among the crowds. Hmmm… if only I knew where the crowds were because everything is either shut down or pick up your food and leave.

My mother is ill and my sister and I are worried about her. Is it just some nasty virus other than COVID19? Is she going to be okay? What if my dad gets it? I last talked to Mom a bit ago and all her x-rays and blood work are normal so she will continue with the antibiotic prescribed and I am certain she will feel better in a few days. When every other article I read is about this dreaded virus, one can’t help but wonder.

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My oldest daughter is pregnant and I am going to be a hmmm… some other word than grandma… but I am super excited. However, she falls into the high-risk group of virus prey. She’ll be fine, the baby will be fine, and her wife will be fine; they are just having to spend their birthdays cooped up inside their home.

 

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My youngest daughter just came home from Oklahoma City today and walked into an entirely new set of rules. Yes, we are conserving food, which means you eat left-overs. Oh, and she’s 19, so yes, she can cook for herself. Showering every day is not an option. She opts for every other day, but for all of our health, I have instated a once a day showering rule. Hands must be washed with soap and water, sanitized, and any surface used must also be sanitized. No exceptions.

Honestly, I usually use soap and water to wipe down the counters because I’m not a huge believer in overusing antibacterial cleaners on the regular because they do cause damage. And, if you think months down the road we won’t see a super-bacteria that cannot be treated with everyday antibiotics, my friend, you are mistaken. For now, however, I have jumped upon the good antibacterial ship.

But what I am most angry about is how far behind the USA is in dealing with this disaster that bounded for our borders on every passenger plane, cargo plane, and cargo ship coming from China and every other part of the world. Hear me… the USA was not, is not, and never will be immune to illnesses borne in other places. There should have been plenty of tests ready from the word go. Our hospitals should not have to conserve tests for only those who meet the criteria, one of which is traveling outside the country. HUGE NEWS: COVID19 is now inside our borders. A person only has to travel down the street to get it. Our country should not fall at the bottom of civilized countries in healthcare.

According to the Health Care Index by Country, we fall at 30th behind countries such as Qatar (18th), Isreal (19th), Ecuador (26th), Mexico (27th), Lithuania (29th), and the USA (30th).* Numbeo 2020

I’m not debating insurance here, only our healthcare. “…the Commonwealth Fund has rated the U.S. healthcare system as the worst among the 11 developed nations it analyzed as part of an evaluation conducted every three years.” This is a Newsweek article published in 2017. * Newsweek 2017

So, yes, I am depressed, anxious, angry, and annoyed with this whole mess as I imagine others are also.

Now that my rant is done, I’m going to shower, do a bit of yoga and deep breathing, and watch something indulgent on television. My suggestion to all who are feeling a bit like I do is to get it out, make your feelings known (constructively), and do what you can to move forward into the next phase of self-isolating and social-distancing. However, there is always some equally as indulgent social media sites to peruse. My oldest prefers a Shih Tzu page on Facebook. Me, I love to watch Trevor Noah whether it is on the Daily Show or his stand-up comedies on Netflix. As for the younger daughter, TikTok (me shaking my head and rolling my eyes). The hubby is all about his video games.

Whatever it is you do, make it positive, and even when you feel alone, know you are never alone in this big crazy world!

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Struggling – Mental Health

The world needs some formal training about mental illnesses and the lifetime of “people afflicted with these diseases suffer.” Truly, I’m tired of hearing “You have to understand it’s their culture to believe you just get over it” or “You can’t change anyone but yourself and your reactions.” Damn, I’m so freaking aware of these two things I could recite them if I was comatose.

Lack of compassion from said individuals is perfectly okay and something I should just ignore? When family members watch me take my medications at night and repeatedly say, “There you go taking medicines you don’t need,” it is a soul-shattering statement that translates as “You’re a druggie.” People who refuse to acknowledge that sleep is a huge component in mental healthcare; however, these people have attended doctors’ appointments, watched me spend a week in an inpatient psych unit, experienced me when I am at my worst and hallucinating.

Unacceptable.

In the years since 2015, and especially since 2018, I have worked my ass off to overcome multiple phobias and strengthen my mental fitness. Because I appear better a majority of the time, many think that means I am cured. Hear this: There is NO cure for extreme mental illnesses. There are only treatments. There will be relapses, this week has been one of the worst I’ve had in months, but instead of support, I get “You keep taking medicines you don’t need.” Here’s an idea, become a licensed psychiatrist and I will consider your recommendations at that time. What nobody understands is, by saying things like this, they are doing more harm than good.

Why you ask? Because I value this person’s opinion more than anyone else’s, I stopped taking many of my medications. Guess what, I’m willing to bet my guilt and stupidity is to blame for this relapse. MY guilt and MY stupidity. I know better than to try to take myself off medications, there is no one to blame but me, and what an ego boost that is.

I recognize many people do not know the harm they are doing by making these types of statements. Oddly enough, my psychiatrist is of the same culture as my family members, so the “that’s just their culture” doesn’t ring true to me.

Today, I am angry, hurt, and deeply heart-broken. I have nothing else to add.

 

Toxicity – Is it really the other person?

I despise the idea of a person being identified as “toxic.” There I said it. Along with all the other PC terms we have been made aware of, a human being is a person. A human is not disabled, they are people with disabilities. A child is not a bad child, they are children who are acting badly. You see where I am headed.

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Plenty of things are toxic: drugs, plants, certain foods, actions, relationships, etc. Nobody wants to believe their actions are toxic to others. We are always looking for someone or something else to blame. Every human is imperfect. Every human is self-centered to some extent; let’s face it, it’s called survival. I realize it is hard for some people to recognize they are flawed, but it is the truth. Our judgments are biased which brings me to the topic of toxicity.

When a person begins referring to another person as toxic, can we take that as the truth? Does this person simply clash with the other person? Could it be dislike and not toxicity? Yes. Always yes until you obtain objective proof that said person’s action is toxic. Even then, though, two people can have a toxic relationship, a persons’ lack of coping skills can be toxic, a persons’ actions can be toxic. And, take it from somebody who truly knows, the person is likely unaware of their issues because they are stuck inside their own head with thoughts and ideations cycling, never ceasing.

By defining that person as toxic, you are doing absolutely nothing to help that person. You are separating yourself from a person that needs help and thereby removing one more resource from their reach. Yes, you must protect yourself and you can do this by not taking a person’s feelings as your own.

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You can change your relationship. For example, my oldest daughter moved home for a couple of years after she married and our relationship turned toxic. It was a matter of different belief systems, hard feelings about inconsequential crap, and being cramped in a small house with five people and six dogs. My health, mentally and physically, caused many problems. People would have called me toxic and my actions would have proved them true. Other circumstances helped created a toxic relationship.

My gorgeous daughter moved into her own home and we get along great. There are still moments when we would each like to strangle each other, but those are sporadic and we typically come to an understanding that we don’t have to agree on everything, we need to respect each other and our rights to our own opinions.

By getting us out of a single home, the relationship balanced and few, if any, would refer to our relationship as toxic. That being said, we learned new coping skills. We worked on ourselves. I recognize her work and I hope she can acknowledge my improved coping.

We live in a society where nearly half of all marriages end in divorce. Children and adults alike are turning to weapons instead of words. According to the CDC, suicide rates raised 30% from 1999 to 2016. Rash decisions plague both people and businesses. Social media affects mental health, both negatively and occasionally positively. A push of a button sends unfettered and thoughtless words to the world. No effort is made to maintain relationships, to learn appropriate communication and/or coping skills. It is so easy to unfollow, unfriend, and block people who have differing opinions. We attach labels to people we haven’t taken time to know.

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Toxicity can loiter into the area of he said/she said. Shades of gray color all people. Blame is assigned helter-skelter and no one is ever completely innocent.

Before we write someone off, let’s try to be patient and understand what is happening. Why is a person behaving in a destructive manner? Is there a possible way they can be helped without endangering your physical or mental health? Can you just listen? Can the relationship be changed instead of dismissed? Have you taken time to complete an honest self-evaluation? Are there actions or reactions you can make to ease tension?

I am not saying there aren’t times when two people shouldn’t be friends. There are times when divorce is the answer.

What I am saying is let’s take a tad bit more time before we issue a cease and desist on a friendship or relationship. It’s all pretty simple. Practice humanitarianism.

Golden Rule peeps, Golden Rule!

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