BREATHE... a journal

This blog is a preview for my memoirs. Sort of a journal. I like to post some of my ideas and inspirations here.

The journal has about 145 pages written so far and will also feature some of my artwork and pictures. Not a book. Not a comic book. CHAOTIC, like me.

As you can see, I am not writing in a typical format. The pages might look like poems but it's simply because I like things short and simple. Clean.

If you have ever experienced depression, you know that reading a book with pages filled with words is discouraging and you quickly lose interest...

BREATHE focuses on what I have learned and experienced so far, after the loss of my dad and the depression that followed.
I started writing to vent, but it has led me to knowing myself a bit better-- my limits, my dreams.

-Janie

Thursday, June 26, 2008

GO GO GO!

Why do you think there are so many energy drinks around these days?
People are tired. Drained.
Trying to cope and achieve a healthy balance between work, family, chores...
Activities & sleep are always last on the list.

It's always GO, GO, GO!
I cannot survive in that world anymore.
I tried again & again.
It can't be done anymore.

Health care problems were never such an issue.
The amount of prescribed drugs each year is phenomenal!
Insurance companies can't wait to get people back on their feet.
But I think it will only get worse before it gets better.

The world needs a break.
People are stressed, infertile, depressed!
Barely surviving!

I met so many people who are not even 30 yet,
Who have suffered burnout or depression.
THIS IS NOT NORMAL!

People are always pushed to achieve more
With less time and resources.

Is there hope?

2 comments:

tankusfred said...

PLEASE STOP!

What happenned to life?
Where did it hid itself?
I once had no care in the world,
now even the earth is on the line.
We all have to fit in this mold,
in a money making silllyness the system defined.

I never had to take an energy drink,
until my days started to sink
in this vortex of stress and disbeleif.
It's like if I had reach a reef.

On this reef I see an island,
on it, a paradise leans out a hand.
The only way to reach it?
A boat that wants money for the transit.

Why the hell do I need money?
I just need love, friendship and you.
Would you like to start swimming with me, nay?
I would do it just for you...

I want to swim through hardship,
I want to live with frienship,
I want to have a stressless future,
I want to give my life and to nuture.
A feeling that grows inside me,
that I called insanity,
started the day I had my first bill.
It totally destroyed my will.

To answer your rant, Janie,
I need not to look far any.
People simply wants cash,
which will bring us down to ash!

Please stop wanting money!


Je te comprends Janie!
Fred

J a n i e M a r t i n i said...

Merci Fred!

Very true and inspiring! ^-^;