Love can be a mother for ya. I tell you when some of us love, we love hard. Love to some of us is being around a person every waking moment. Our love for a person means we know how they smell, we know what they’ve eaten. We notice when they are different meaning we notice when they have broken their fingernail. Love makes us do strange things. Others will say that the things we do are strange, but to us it is not strange. It is what love has told us to do. Here is a short story. Leaving your house at 3 AM in the morning to spy on the one you love and when you get there getting ready to spy at them looking through the window, you hear sirens in the distance getting closer and closer. You ask yourself are the police coming for me! The sirens get closer and closer and then those annoying sirens coming from several police cars turn down the same street you are on and they are traveling at a high rate of speed, out of fright you take off running away from the house you were spying into sprinting down the street and almost getting hit by the fugitive and police vehicles. How ironic is that to almost get caught up in a fugitive police pursuit turning into a dumb pedestrian getting run over and killed all in the name of love. Yes that really happened to me. An incident may not have happened like that to you, but something similar may have and that still wasn’t enough to help you in stopping your stalking ways in the name of love. That is not love nor is it a loving way. If you have to follow, check, keep track, smell certain parts of clothing and set traps on the one you say you love, it is not love and you don’t need to be in that relationship. Here is a very important question, how did you get that way that you would act that way? Who did something to you? Who taught you that love is that way? I listened to someone and that is why I was that way about love. Stupid me. We are so easily influenced by others who look us in the eye and we believe them and engrave their advice in our hearts, but because we don’t see the Lord and read only his words that we don’t take his words to heart and we don’t think that they are strong enough to hold a person to love them and they love us back. That short story is in my book, “Fly, with Me” published under Cortney Edwards. Get your copy today on Amazon.com
Remember when you first found love! Well it wasn’t really love because you had no idea what love really is when you first found it. What is love when you were looking for it for the very first time? That’s how it really was, you found it for the first time. Maybe you found it on a two-way street or you found love in someone else that was put there by someone else. Some of us know what love is from what was told in the bible. Some of us know what love is from an explanation from our parents and some of us know what love is from what a friend told us. Well, we all know that love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not arrogant or rude. It is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. In addition I feel that love is a beautiful expression of your heart sharing your desire to assure you that you are cared for. All of us like to be cared for. We like it when people are kind to us. We like it when people are patient. We like it when people are not easily angered at us. And we like it when people keep no record of wrongs against us. I know some of you are saying “hold on speedy Gonzalez.” Let’s not go there yet my friends. Let the love smolder, let the love marinade, let the love spread and stretch itself. For the sake of love, let love be for now before we move on. In my book, “Fly, With Me” published under Cortney Edwards, I talk about love and romance and other stuff. Check it out on Amazon.com. To be continued.
My Dad would keep track of my Mother’s behavior and her sleep patterns. It is very important to keep a log of a person’s behavior so that you can give a good accurate account to the doctors who would be treating a patient with mental illness. For those just joining us, I am giving an account of mental behavior in the series on the Mental Talk forum. My Dad would ask my Mother/his wife had she been sleeping and the routine answer would be that she was or had been or is sleeping when he asked. I wondered how Dad kept up his ability to perform all the duties he had in maintaining our family. Mom/his wife was a hand full and a slice of pie and he still maintained a functioning atmosphere for the rest of us to operate in. Things seemed normal. Mom wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating, wasn’t cooking, wasn’t washing clothes, wasn’t making school lunches, wasn’t watching television. Dad did all those things. So you ask what was our Mother doing beside not sleeping? Our Mother was constantly walking back and forth here and there. She would sit down and get up. She would lay down in the bed and get up. She would lay down on the couch and get back up. Our Mother would go and get water and most of the time not drink it. Oh and most of the time while our Mother was doing all those things, we us kids were in tow following her because she would have us do that. I didn’t mind as long as it was helping her cope. Read my book “Lunacy Sneezed on my Family.” You can find it on Amazon.com authored by Cortney Edwards. My oldest brother marched to a different tune though……………
I will pick up where I left off. My Mother would be awake without sleep for 5, 6, 7 days at a time consecutively. When I was a kid and seeing my Mother stay awake for that many days didn’t bother me because I thought it was normal. How to help someone who is not sleeping? My idea was to pretend to go to sleep with my Mother at times when she would lay down. I would fall asleep soundly, but she wouldn’t. My Mother didn’t disturb my sleep however; hers was on every moment. The times I would witness her attempting to sleep my eyes would barely be cracked open so I could watch her and she never knew. She would get up and down at every sound, motion and change in lighting. Her behavior during those non sleep times were not hostile. My Mother was irritated only when my Dad came around. My Dad would ………………….
Have you ever wondered what makes a person do the things they do? You scratch your head asking yourself why are they behaving that way or why did they do that? Some answers are from their upbringing and some answers are from a bad experience that dramatized them, but they won’t tell you what it is probably because they don’t know how to explain it themselves or if they are aware something is not adding up. How do you explain something if you are unaware that something has caused others to question your behavior or response. That’s how my Mother was. She was …………..
Hello All, I am back from a long hiatus. I just finished up two paperback novels. One is on Mental Health and the other is about Romance and adventure and both can be found on Amazon.com authored by Cortney Edwards. So if you would like to know more about my books, tell me and we will talk. I would like to start talking about what’s on your mind and then talk about your romance or lack of. I have lots of experience in both. You have a question, get it ready and I will do my best to answer it.
The reason why mental illness scares so many people is because they don’t know how to deal with it or when faced with it, people don’t know what to do. The behavior is unpredictable. The majority of people live a life of usual norms and a person with a mental illness lives a life of unpredictable norms. Mental Illness affects people differently. There are a number of reasons why people have a mental illness. Even when it stares you straight in the face, you still don’t know the answer or how to help someone to fix it. My book “Extraordinary Happenings on the Edge of Lunacy” sheds some light on the behavior of someone with a mental illness. It is a story of a hard fought battle by a beautiful woman, a mother struggling to care for her 5 children.