31 December 2015

End of The End



"End Of The End"

At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And this wasn't bad
So a much better place
Would have to be special
No need to be sad

On the day that I die I'd like jokes to be told
And stories of old to be rolled out like carpets
That children have played on
And laid on while listening to stories of old

At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And a much better place
Would have to be special
No reason to cry

[Whistling]

On the day that I die I'd like bells to be rung
And songs that were sung to be hung out like blankets
That lovers have played on
And laid on while listening to songs that were sung

At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And a much better place
Would have to be special
No reason to cry
No need to be sad
At the end of the end

Paul McCartney, 2007




In the front yard on 28 December 2015




This Paul McCartney song, from 2007’s “Memory Almost Full” (which spells out “FOR MY SOULMATE LLM”) is a befitting song to set the tone for this final blog article in this “My BiPolar Reality Dispatch” because, like in the song itself, it’s a simple request to not be sad, there are no tears…the end is simply a beginning to something else new. It was not by fate but design this end of the blog comes at the end of year either, it’s been my intention all along to be finished with the promotion of my most recent book “My BiPolar Reality; How Life Goes On…” by the end of 2015; that was stipulated in the publishing contract. I didn’t mind too much, most of the time it wasn’t very hard and I did a decent job of it or so they say (we sold almost 3,000 units in the first year, not too bad)! The issue of mental health, in particular the needs of the bipolar community, will always be a concern of mine but honestly, I’m looking forward to distancing myself from this topic…it’s become something of a mask, an identification of me or who I am which I don’t much care for; I’m feeling a bit pigeon-holed and I don’t like it!






High Noon on 29 December 2015...
I hate labels, I never use them and despise being assigned a label…especially a label that just says “Crazy Author” or worse “Disabled Old Dude”! That’s not me, not at all. I may have bipolar disorder but I am not crazy, not disable and not defined by that illness…are people with diabetes or cancer somehow labeled too? Is a cancer patient a “carcinogenic creature”? I have experienced troubles in dealing with my illness, but I don’t view myself as a “victim” because, to me, that isn’t a winning strategy. Along with complaining, acting from the position of victim makes me a weaker individual. I see myself as handicapped and therefore I am handicapped; it’s a Zen thing, really, but I cannot see myself as being anything less than an individual with choice, power and a strong will to survive and Love. When I’m thought of as being “an author who suffers from a mental disorder” it puts me in a box, a box that I don’t belong in and it makes it more difficult for other to see beyond that label.





Worshiping the Sun on 30 December 2015...
So I’m glad to be done with the promotion of this book, I can start to distance myself from that perception. The other thing about that book, it being something of an autobiographical tale, it really exposes a lot about me. If one were to read this book, you would know some very intimate things about me and there are some who think that makes me vulnerable; I have had people, quite honestly, people who literally wanted to hurt me and tried to use the material in “My BiPolar Reality; How Life Goes On…” against me. I would not have put something in the book if I couldn’t be responsible for it, I am accountable for my actions, my mistakes and transgressions and therefor, they’re powerless against me. If anything all those issues are practically badges of honor to me, I fucking own them and there’s nothing anyone could do that would damage or diminish me in any way. But people try nonetheless, even if they never read the book and they only heard me at one of those events, there are people who try to use my words or thoughts against me somehow. I suppose that might be true no matter what I write, but at least with a work of fiction, there is a sense of plausible deniability; it’s not really truth, only a story.







Playing music with the birds at sunrise on 31 December 2015


As for “The End of The End” for this blog series, this is it, the final article. As I stated, the primary intention of “The BiPolar Reality Dispatch” (this blog) was to promote the book and extend the subject matter beyond the extent of the book…to this aim I must admit, I haven’t stuck to my original intentions. I drifted, I went off subject, I let my imagination ramble…but this is, in a large part, what living with this disorder is like for me; I do what I need to do so that I can manage, so I can survive. If that means delving into subjects like The Grateful Dead or my fantasy realms, then so be it…Like John Lennon and Elton John sang so long ago, “Whatever gets you through your life, it’s alright, it’s alright!” and that’s some good advice for me! In this series I have tried to explain by way of example how I have managed to get on with things, despite whatever ailments, tragedies or obstacles befell me, I have persevered and stayed as strong as I can be…it’s not easy, it’s not fun sometimes, but it can be done. I did it, I’m nobody special, just a guy with a strong desire to live a happy life. That’s all it takes, for me, that’s all I need…I believe in my abilities. I don’t “give it to God” because, if there is a God, I’m pretty sure there are far more pressing issues to deal with than my paltry problems. Besides, I feel like if I “give it to God”, it’s a way of avoiding my own responsibilities and abilities; giving to God would be absolving myself of needing to be accountable for my own actions, thoughts, emotions, decisions and desires. That’s not me, that’s not my style and I’d rather God keep focused on REAL issues, not my silly little problems…there’s a John Lennon song for that too, “God” and in the song, after declaring that he doesn’t believe in ANYTHING, John sings “I just believe in me…” which rings truth in my experience too. I believe in myself, more than any deity or iconic faux celebrity or movement or belief system…I believe in myself and NOTHING can stop that…but even more importantly, it’s worked for me. The proof is in the pudding and the pudding is my happiness; I am a fucking very happy person!









Focused on 2016...


Somehow I know there will be more to say, there always is for me and to that aim, sometime after I get a good start on the next couple of projects, once the family has again relocated, perhaps by Spring of ’16, I’ll come back with a new blog series. It won’t be like this blog, yet because it’s me, it’ll be similar and I’m sure I’ll again meander from the original path of my intentions. In conclusion I do want to express my most Grateful appreciation for your support and readership, it means a lot to me! I do hope you’ll stay in touch, the easiest way to do that is either subscribe to my blog or YouTube channel or simply send me an email (dphilip.chalmers@gmail.com) and I’ll keep you informed. As for this moment, this is it…The end of the end, it's the start of a journey to a much better place and a much better place would have to be special…no reason to cry, no need to be sad at the end of the end.