Fiction Fridays: “Just Another Morning”

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Hello! Welcome to Friday.

It’s Fiction Fridays #7!

Now that my family has gotten over The Plague, I have it. I almost didn’t put anything up today at all..but I created Fiction Fridays for a reason! And that reason was to make me WRITE FICTION at least once a week. So it’s short this week, and written through the haze of headache and bodyache and all sorts of aches, but it’s here.

I love all the well wishers of the world! You’re so kind. But: If you’re leaving a comment on the post, please please please say something about the fiction, and not just “I hope you get better soon, etc.” Fiction Fridays is my way of taking back my life, if even for just a day. It’s about something I love and loved before I was ever abused. It’s not something that has happened TO me (like abuse, or sickness, etc) but something I am actively DOING. While I appreciate your support (I really do) for Fridays, please comment on the fiction. If you have nothing to say about the story but feel compelled to comment, then please share this somewhere that it can be seen by potential contest entrants, and let me know where that was!

I don’t have a new writer to share with you this week because nobody entered the Fiction Fridays 6 writing prompt. That makes me sad. And suspicious. All you people leaving comments about the prompt inspiring you…hmmmm…

I hope you like this week’s prompt better. I LOVE showcasing other writers and bloggers! Since I don’t have any other writing to share this week, I will take this space to share a little more about Maria. Maria is a mama living with Postpartum Depression. She was kind and brave enough to be my first Parenting with Mental Illness interviewee. You can read her story right here. If you haven’t yet, I suggest you do. It’s pretty eye-opening.

I also opened a fundraiser for Maria, to help her continue to get access to care for her PPD. She has had it for about two years, but has only been able to get care for one month. Already, the expense has been hefty. As anyone who is raising kids on a singe-income (and she has three) knows, any added expense can be a tremendous stress. Extra stress is the last thing Maria needs right now. Her husband will be away for work soon, which leaves Maria alone with PPD and three kids. Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could her get some funds for therapy or maybe a babysitter? She does not have any family or anyone around to help her while her husband is away. Although Maria did not ask me to open this fundraiser, I know that she could really use the help.

Guess what? I did some maths…and realized something pretty amazing! If everyone who visited Betty’s Battleground in one day donated just $10, we would exceed the fundraiser goal in less than a day. Wow! I know that there are times when even $10 is hard to come by. I parent with a mental illness too and as a result have no income and don’t even have a bank card with which to make a donation. If you’re in that boat with Maria and I, then would you help by sharing her fundraiser? If you’re not; if giving away $10 won’t overdraft your bank account, could ya please do it? Would you please donate just $10 to Maria’s Care Fund and ensure that she continues to be able to access the care she needs to recover from her PPD while her husband is away? I’ll make it easy for you. Here’s the link:

Thank you in advance for reaching out across the intarwebs and helping this brave young mama overcome a debilitating circumstance that she did not ask for or deserve.

And now, for some fiction…

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Fiction Fridays: A Small But Necessary Adjustment

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Hi Lovelies!  It’s Friday!

It’s been a big week, both for me personally, and for the mental health community as a whole. You may heave heard that Amy Bleuel, founder of Project Semicolon, ended her life this week. That is pretty big news for a lot of people who saw Amy and her project as an icon of hope and healing. My new blogger friend Sheila, wrote a touching and enlightening piece about the event that I consider a must-read.

In my personal life this week I lost a friend who I had known since high school; a comrade in PTSD recovering who I thought would always be in my life. But for the fourth time this short year she did something which made me feel like an afterthought. In this case, she completely mismanaged a project of mine which she had volunteered to make huge (I had asked her help for something much smaller) and ultimately canceled the whole thing one and a half days before production, effectively destroying a creative project of mine for the second time this year. I realized that this person, who is a competent creative when she cares about the project, regularly schedules me in her life between other, more important meet-ups, and has displayed a pattern of being totally unprepared for projects of mine which she agreed or even volunteered to help with. So I told her that I could not have her in my life anymore. My life is hard as it is. My self esteem is a dark pit without my own friends showing me that I’m not important.

The day after my ruined project, a day which passed heavy with angry regret, I had to meet with a Family Court Services interviewer who grilled me about the dates and intimate details of the worst instances of my abuse. By the end of the interview, I was freezing cold and shaking. My PTSD was triggered so badly by all of this that I am still feeling the effects; I woke up crying from nightmares last night, which had not happened to me in years. I will write more about my hell week soon (make sure to subscribe if you just can’t miss all the terrible details); all this is to say that it has been a rough week.

So this week’s Fiction Fridays I slid a little and I hope you’ll understand. This piece is borrowed from the world of what was supposed to be a longer novella, though I never completed writing it.

I am also excited to announced the Fiction Fridays #3 winner!

In case you missed it, the prompt was to choose a favorite book, and then tackle a problem or issue from your life in the style of the book in 300-1,000 words.

Here’s the winning story:

Dasha Buchanon is the Fiction Fridays #3 Prompt Contest winner on www.bettysbattleground.com

 

 

Dasha Buchanan has been writing since she could read and hopes to become a published author someday. Check out her blog: DKB Writings

 

 

Book: Winnie The Pooh

Unresolved Issue: Growing up

My old desk which once held paint splatters and pretend tea cup saucers now is covered in the college pamphlets and brochures sent to me by the most kind college admissions hoping to scrounge my every last penny. It didn’t hit me till this year that my whole life was about to tilt a little more forwards and a little more topsy-turvy than I am used to. Senior year was supposed to be the grand party with the hot boyfriend and good GPA but instead is barely even a hangover with a nasty headache, and what GPA? It’s like I’m stumbling through every step of this life-changing journey when I should be leaping for joy. It’s not as black and white as we are taught from a young age. You don’t just graduate and move out. There is so much more and it involves mostly numbers. The amount of money you have will get lower and the amount of credits you need will continue to increases like the freaking fountain of youth and you will think about quitting at least once a week. No it didn’t hit me how effed up this year was till I was cleaning my out my closet. Under an old pillow there, laying in the dust, was my dear stuffed elephant Eeyore. I remember the day I got that toy I was so excited. I saved every dollar and waited till mom would drive me to the Disney store 20 miles away from home. (I’m still sour that they closed it) Eeyore was my bear hug when my best friend wasn’t with me, he was my tear sponge when I found out my parents were divorcing, he was my sense of home when we had to move, he was my grandpa’s memory when he passed because Eeyore was sad yet his friends accepted him. I feel a lot like Eeyore. Even today at 18 years of age I can relate to a cartoon. A stuffed animal. A piece of fabric and stuffing. After all the crap life has in it something so untouched by the cruelty of our world can simply exist. Now as I’m holding him I think to myself either I have some weird complex like Linus and his blanket or I am just not ready to keep going. I don’t want to leave Eeyore in the closet again for another ten years and then pass him along to my child or find him and remember all the sh*t that happened since the last time I found him. No. Today I want to pause. I want to just hug Eeyore and say that everything will be alright. I want to have a tea party in the hundred acre wood and finger paint my worries away. I want to be content with the simple things in life and I don’t want to leave him behind. Who knows maybe you’ll find me and Eeyore taking on the world one hug at a time.

 

There you have it! The winning entry! Thank you so much Dasha for sharing your wonderful story with us.

Keep reading to see what this week’s prompt is and how YOU can be featured right here on my front page…

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Fiction Fridays: An Unnatural Silence

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It’s Friday!

Which means it’s time for some fiction on Betty’s Battleground. A nice break from the important, but heavy, suicide issue posts that I have gone up the past week.

Last week participation was suuuuper low for the writing prompt feature “contest.”

I don’t know if that’s because y’all LIARS! Saying you love writing and just need some motivation…*incoherent grumbling*

OR maybe I didn’t give enough time to enter. 300 words is short, but it can be hard to produce even that in under two days when you’re already working on negative time. So I’m going to do an experiment. I am going to give the prompt, with the same incentive (front page feature here on Betty’s Battleground) but this time you shall have until 9am PST next Thursday the 30th! That’s almost a full week! And still just 300 words minimum, 1,000 words max. So scroll on to read my story and find out the prompt and full submission instructions!

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