Wow just a name lifted my spirit and inspired me to create this blog Aphantastic
APHANTASTIC
It’s Aphantastic to put a name on something
the very thing that drove me to suicide.
For the last eighteen years, I have been
writing blackhole poetry, my writing has
pulled me from the ledge, as John Berryman
called ‘The blind-brow.’
All those years spent in default mode, telling
doctors, nurses and psychiatric professionals.
Who had no clue about the blackness behind
my eyes, unable to conjure up images from
my mind's eye.
Unable to cling to images of my own sons,
my childhood and my family. It was as if
I was a blank shell of a man. At least now I’ve got
a name, a reason for my anxiety.
I have been trying to form from a formless mind but
I knew I knew I was on to something, there was a method to my madness. The poems were feeding me hope,
even it was a dark hope.
I flicked through YouTube as I stay away from adverts.
I watched a guy talking to a professor about
how he couldn’t hold the images of his dead mother
in his mind and thought he was going mad
and the professor said he had a condition
called Aphantasia.
Wow, just a name lifted my spirit and inspired
me to create this blog of hopeless hope.
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