Showing posts with label Nightmares. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nightmares. Show all posts

Thursday, August 1, 2019

"Cry Standing Up" by Valarie Savage Kinney


BOOK TITLE: Cry Standing Up
AUTHOR: Valarie Savage Kinney
YEAR: 2019
GENRE: Nonfiction
SUBGENRE: Grief Memoir
GRADE: Extra Credit

Losing family members so soon is never easy to deal with, whether it’s the actual deaths or the anxiety and depression that come with it. In this grief memoir, you will feel every emotion Valarie Savage Kinney feels and more often than not it will hurt worse than a gunshot to the heart. So many times people have told her “get over it” or “not dwell on the past”. Ridding oneself of mental illnesses isn’t as simple as everyone makes it out to be. It’s a beast that eats the victim alive from the inside. The author does a phenomenal job of describing the horrific effects of her mental illnesses, so much so that she’s easy to relate to. Mental illness is a universal problem that needs addressing. Don’t run from your demons. Don’t destroy yourself in an effort to numb the pain. Face these hideous monsters head on. Cry standing up.

The descriptions Valarie uses to describe her psychological attacks are incredibly vivid, whether it’s anxiety making her heart thump at a million miles an hour or depression making her want to stay in bed all day and do absolutely nothing. Sometimes she cries for no reason at all. Sometimes her body feels as though she’s pinned underneath a vehicle. Sometimes she has nightmares that are so bloody and terrifying that they completely undermine her own violent tendencies when writing scenes from her fantasy novels. Mental illness hurts in every way. It always will. It’s what you do about that pain that determines your quality of life. Staying positive all the time is virtually impossible, but taking comfort in the little victories in life can make a world of difference. That’s what her memoir means to me and should mean to everyone who reads it.

One of the many things about this book that hit me the hardest was Valarie’s inability to understand plots of novels she reads or television shows she watches. As a sufferer of mental illness myself, I’ve had this happen to me on many occasions. It’s frustrating, especially to someone whose main occupation revolves around being creative and coming up with their own stories. You want so much to be able to get your comprehension abilities back, but like country singer Luke Bryan said in an interview, you won’t be 100% anymore, so hopefully you’ll at least get to 75%. In the end, losing pieces of yourself is nothing to be ashamed of. It took a long time for Valarie to learn this, but it’s a lesson she can safely pass onto her readers whether they’re struggling or are about to struggle.

Another piece of wisdom I enjoyed from this book is giving yourself permission to rest. It doesn’t mean bypassing your responsibilities completely. It just means taking these breaks when you can. Enjoy the silence. Enjoy the little moments in life. If you have to take a nap, go for it. If all you want to do is sit and stare, by all means, go for it. Even if you work a nine-to-five job and have other duties on top of that, you can only stretch yourself so thin before you completely burst at the seams. You don’t owe anybody an explanation or an apology for wanting some downtime. Relax every once and a while. Be good to yourself. When you get back on your feet again, your body and mind will thank you for the moments of respite.

Deaths of loved ones were a common occurrence throughout this memoir. It didn’t seem like the universe was going to give Valarie a break in between deaths, panic attacks, and moments of extreme sadness and exhaustion. If you don’t relate to loss already, you will as life goes on. Nothing lasts forever. Death is another part of life. It’s sad that we have to prepare ourselves for when that day finally comes, but Valarie’s experiences will serve as a reminder that sunny days will come again. If you must cry, cry standing up. The dark valleys you have will be worth it if you know there’s a valley of light waiting for you at the end of it all. An extra credit grade goes to this emotional and raw piece of nonfiction.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Little Bastards

VERSE 1
Little feet tapping across the floor
Anxiety builds up more and more
Is the little bastard going to bite?
Or haunt my dreams in the night?
He carries more poison that a cobra
Shrieks of pain, my magnum opus
Splatters of sickness, hospital visits
Face greener than leaves of spinach

CHORUS
Little bastards!
Little fuckers!
Flesh eaters!
Blood suckers!

VERSE 2
One of them dead, a million left to go
Turning my home into a horror show
Hiding in holes, hiding in the walls
Fighting them off takes more than balls
Lay every trap like a desert minefield
Agony and death is what they’ll feel
Until the last one takes its final breath
This is our house, we fight to the death

CHORUS
Little bastards!
Little fuckers!
Flesh eaters!
Blood suckers!

BRIDGE
Dead rats underneath the stove
Dead rats in the kitchen cupboards
Rat shit stinking up the whole house
Rat shit, the floor is fucking covered

VERSE 3
The war is over, but the trauma remains
Everyone I love went nearly insane
Almost shit ourselves, made permanent stains
Visions of little fuckers danced in our brains
A house is a home, no more, no less
Not a dungeon for furry little pests
Not a spawning pit for the little shits
Not an orgy of disease as they eat toxic cheese

EXTENDED CHORUS
Little bastards!
Little fuckers!
Flesh eaters!
Blood suckers!
Little nightmares!
Little shit stains!
Bringers of terror!

Authors of pain!