I'm feeling inspired

Tonight I found my lost passion for books in a rare find I would call audible.

I know, I know, it's a huge brand with marketing all over the place, and blimey how did I miss this in the slightest since you can't walk two steps without seeing some audible advertisements on the internet?

Well.

It's all about understanding.

As most of you all know my early 20's were not the best of my life. I spent the time in and out of hospital and drinking my life away. "A blur" would be a nice way of describing my memories of that era.

One of the most unfortunate things to happen to me during that time of my life was that I would lose my love for reading; not that I just wanted to stop, or lost interest, no, I could no longer read. Something in my concentration went poop! And that was it, no more. I could no longer pick up a book and enjoy it. It was frustrating to say the least.

I realised tonight that I could still read books if I use audible and listen to them and not read them. I mean I'm forever watching seminars of Jordan Peterson and hour long philosophy conversations on YouTube, then why can't I use Audible?

Sorted.

It just sort of clicked. I don't know why it didn't before, but there we are.

Might I say this is the first time in many years that I've actually been inspired to write? Like I actually was excited to come to my PC and hash this post out for the first time in god knows how long.

It seems like I've just been going through the motions and doing what I've needed to do without putting any of myself into words.

That's going to change.

Starting tonight.

You see, I always had the fire in my belly to write to inspire but the last several years have just been a drag. I've went from really inspiring thousands of people to not really writing anything of importance at all. Which is understandable given the current climate of the last 6-8 years.

I used to be quite a well received writer. I had spots on really prestigious publications and I had my own column in a men's magazine.

But that all went to shit.

I wasn't fired of course, but I had to leave on the grounds of ethics and morals. I no longer had free reign over my work. Every piece I submitted was either edited to make it sound more sensitive to certain groups, or my work was handed right back to me and asked to write again by quite frankly, people that had zero experience with anything I was talking about.

And this is sort of how my eyes glazed over to writing and I just put my head down and got on with the other things that I was doing.

"Why my toothbrush is racist"

Is an article that I read when I glanced back at one of the papers I was writing at not only a year ago. Quite frankly I'm glad I just disappeared; that type of writing is only worthy of one place -- in the trash.

I've been a mental health writer for as long as I can remember, and to me, mental health is highly emotional.

It's keying your boyfriend's car because he's been cheating on you, it's staying away from your parents because they have too much control over you, and it's most definitely beating up your girlfriend because you want to show her who's in control.

Mental health is tough. It's gritty, it's the taboo's of society that no-one talks about, it's the rug with all the problems everyone's swept under and pretended didn't exist -- and it's always, 100%, absolutely, not politically correct.

Don't get me wrong though, I'm not angry of course. Not at those people. They are just tools in an overarching concept of government censorship.

Remember all the people that were cancelled in the last 8 years?

Yeeeeah, that's not because they were racist, or sexist, or misogynist; it's because their ideas bucked the trend of what the approved narrative at the time was. It doesn't look good at all if the government goes after people using their god given right to free speech, so they would use charities dependant on government funding to do the dirty work for them.

The people that crowd and shame them are but mindless drones drunk on the power that being on the side of the big guns gives them.

The funny thing about this all is that the people wrapped up in all this think that they are speaking truth to power, but at the same time crazy on the power that being in big funded organized groups of people give them. The cognitive dissonance is strong.

Destroy their credibility, make even being around them a social crime to humanity. It's quite the effective tool when trying to sustain general thought and keep those that oppose them quiet.

But for the first time in years I'm finally finding my voice again; it's came back to say hello to me, and I'm encouraging myself to get back on the book train, even if my wife would disagree and thinks that a good book should be read, ha!

I also feel that my shackles are off, finally, and I can say what I want to say, no longer held back by the belief that the lunatics from the asylum are going to run me off the road because I said a naughty.

They might of course, but their grip of power is lessening as twitter more and more feels like a free exchange of ideas rather than a leftist shithole, which it has done in the last several years before Elon took over.

I think we're heading into an era of some form of enlightenment; it feels pretty good to be honest. And it's going to be fun putting my thoughts on here for enjoyment rather than monotony.

But for now, I must bed myself!

Peace out :)