Isn’t it strange how one small event can set off a chain reaction, and change the whole course of your day.
Today I decided to bake a pie, I love baking, and recently even started enjoying eating it too.
So I take the corned beef out of the cupboard and immediately my mind turns to ‘why the hell does corned beef still come in the most dangerous contraption known to mankind?’
We are heading into the year 2020, cars can drive themselves, living on another planet now seems feasible, so why in gods name does corned beef still arrive packaged like this ?
It is the only tinned food that I have come across that requires risking life and limb, just by opening it.
If the key is missing, you may as-well throw the damn thing out, rather than trying to use a tin opener. Tin openers do not work with corned beef tins, this is why they provide the key. No key =no corned beef.
Luckily this week my keys were all intact, and I only sliced my finger once on the jagged edges doing so.
Then I thought ‘I wonder if people even know the dangers of corned beef tins ?’ and should I tell them?
You can’t really blog about corned beef tins can you ?
This was the moment that my thoughts turned into another blog.
A recipe blog, so I then began taking pictures of each step of my pie making, on the off chance that somebody might actually want to know how to make a corned beef and potato pie.
So here it is 2 tins of corned beef (check the key and watch your fingers).
About 6 large potatoes cooked til soft.
Half an onion finely diced and boiled.
Give it a good mash, pretend it’s the person who invented corned beef tins.
Rough puff pastry, bought or homemade either is good.
This is when things took another strange turn. I always decorate my pies. I began to think of what decor my pie would have today, when the old nursery rhyme ‘Sing a song of sixpence’ came into my head.
Whilst I’m internally singing along “4 and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie,When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, wasn’t that a dainty dish to put before the king”
Suddenly My brain went Ting and there was my 420 wake and Bake gratitude pie, and my blog became something different again.
I gave up on sharing my recipe, all you need to do next is stick it in the oven for 35 minutes and the pie cooks itself.
Upon gathering my thoughts at the end of the day, I find the 5 things that I am most grateful for in my life today.
My gratitude for being able to live another day on this earth, and the 4 cannabis joints that have helped me to enjoy it.
Although there is no cannabis in my pie, there is enough of it in me to save the day.
A slice of gratitude pie for corned beef, cannabis and happiness..
This may be a longer post than normal as I tend to become very passionate about certain issues that affect me. You might need to get yourself a coffee if you want to read it to the end.
Cannabis can cause mental health disorders.
Is this a proven fact ? Would these people have developed mental health disorders if they hadn’t used cannabis ? If somebody can actually prove that these mental health disorders would never have developed if the person hadn’t used cannabis, then that would make it a fact.
Fiction is when a mere opinion that cannabis can cause mental health disorders is voiced.
Everybody is entitled to an opinion so I always listen to the opinions of others on this subject.
I have Autism, I like to deal in cold hard facts, when dealing with something as important as the effects of cannabis on my mental health.
Seeing as I have some of the most severe mental health disorders there are, including complex PTSD, Personality Disorder, severe depression with suicidal ideation, and acute Anxiety, I do like to keep myself up to date on topics concerning mental health.
Since embarking on my journey using Cannabis as a medication to treat my mental health problems, my ears tend to prick up when I hear both topics mentioned in the same sentence.
Everywhere I go I seem to be hearing that cannabis is dangerous for your mental health.
I watched a YouTube video yesterday where even Dr Phil was riding along on the curse cannabis train.
On his video was a young boy who had anger issues, he was smashing up the house, threatening his mom with a knife, and apparrantly all because he was using cannabis. I switched off at this point when I saw that more BS was to follow.
When I was a young girl I was exactly the same. I was angry all of the time, I was in trouble with the police, I was violent, playing truant from school, running away from home, and threatening my mom, and guess what ? I had never even heard of cannabis.
I grew up in the 70’s, in a tiny village in Newcastle in the UK.
I suffered a lifetime of abuse and trauma without Cannabis, I developed so many mental health disorders over the last 50 years, and guess what ? All without the use of cannabis.
I had lived a very unhappy life until I actually found Cannabis.
After a mental health crisis that almost ended my life, cannabis and myself found each other, and I discovered a Miracle.
Cannabis has been my ‘Miracle cure’ for my poor mental health.
Since starting to use cannabis daily as part of my medication regime, I also take my prescribed antidepressants, I have found myself.
I have found happiness in my life for the first time ever. After 40 years of trying every medication, therapy, and advice known to man. I have finally found something that helps.
Cannabis isn’t going to kill me, although the tobacco might, I’m a non -smoker apart from my one cannabis joint, 2 or 3 times per day.
I like to live as healthily as possible, I rarely take medication apart from my antidepressants. I do not drink alcohol, alcohol is a depressant and when mixed with a depressive personality, it brings out the worst in us.
I have never touched an illicit drug in my life, and I have always been careful about what chemicals I put into my body.
I have requested medicinal cannabis from my GP and psychiatrist, and it is always denied.
There is no scientific proof that cannabis helps those with mental health problems, is the general reply.
I am walking living proof that it does, so why am I, and every other walking, talking, living proof miracles being ignored ?
why are we being refused a medication that is now perfectly legal to prescribe ?
And Therein lies the answer to the question.
For a few months now I have been wondering why more and more people have started to say that cannabis is dangerous for our mental health. Why won’t GP’s legally prescribe a drug that they can actually see helping their patient ?
Mental health is big business now in the UK. The amount of people with mental health issues is on the rise, child mental health has seen a nearly 50 % increase in the last few years.
My teenage son has severe mental health issues and has never been anywhere near a cannabis plant.
More and more children are being medicated for adhd, anxiety, depression, and numerous other medications are given out daily without a thought. Some of these have very serious side effects, and we are giving them to our children. The pharmaceutical business is Booming.
Cannabis has been around forever, it is a natural plant. It grows in the soil. it is not made in a laboratory, it is totally natural. It has been used for thousands of years.
I remember years ago when the drug style of choice was glue sniffing. Although I never tried it, I was often around people that did.
People died from glue sniffing, or aerosol sniffing, and not one of those products were ever made illegal, why ?
Eventually Age restrictions were put in place, so that you needed to wait until you were 16 before you could sniff glue or aerosols.
I have always been against drugs of any kind, until I ignored advice from professionals, and tried cannabis.
All drugs have risks, I have weighed up the pros and cons of my smoking cannabis, against every other medication available for my needs.
My conclusion has been that this is the least harmful drug around.
It can cause weight gain, as cannabis increases the appetite, but for me this actually helps with my eating disorders. My responses and reaction times are much slower when using cannabis, and I have given up driving because of this.
Slowing down my body is good for me, as I can be manic when not using cannabis.
My brain is slowed down enough that I can keep up with my own thoughts and feelings.
Living in a constant state of Anxiety is more dangerous than using cannabis, being suicidal is more dangerous than smoking Cannabis.
When anybody asks me what proof I have that cannabis works in a positive way on mental health, I reply, that since taking cannabis I have found true happiness, I have been able to love myself, It has reduce my anxiety levels to zero, it has enabled me to take control of my own mental health, so that I in turn, can help others around me. And last, but by no means least, I no longer want to die. I want to live again.
I very much doubt that my mental health could get any darker than it was before I met cannabis.
Cannabis has shown me the light, at the end of a very long dark tunnel.
Fact 1 ..cannabis causes mental health problems …BULLSHIT !
Fact 2 ..cannabis is dangerous ..BULLSHIT !!
Fact 3 cannabis is a gateway drug .. BULLSHIT !!!
All opinions are my own.
Please speak to your own GP before trying cannabis, there may be contraindications with other prescribed drugs you may be taking.
Like any new drug, take note of any side effects as they occur. Cannabis can sometimes cause paranoia, if this occurs stop using and try a different strain.
Do your own research into whether this could be a suitable drug for you.
Today hasn’t been a good day for me on the personality front.
I have Dissociative Identity Disorder.
I don’t call it that, being of a different generation and mindset, I prefer to call it by the old term ‘multiple personality disorder.’
There is debate over whether this disorder is distinct separate personalities or merely less than one whole personality.
I don’t feel less of a whole person, more that I am multiple people.
Less than 2% of the American population have multiple personality disorder, and women are diagnosed 6 times more than men.
So how come movies always portray men as the crazy person with multiple personality disorder ?, serial killers, who’s alters secretly kidnap people and murder them ?
Why is it never the 50 year old British Geordie Bird, who thinks fuck it let’s go rip some heads off ?
I don’t think I have a personality that is capable of murder, but never say never, my ex husband hasn’t been seen for 8 years so you never know.
Today has not been a good day. Although I can be stable at times, if certain ‘triggers’ occur out of the blue, I can become angry Betty, she is 13 and was let down by everybody in her childhood. She is still very angry about that.
Last night we were ‘triggered’ during a text conversation with a friend.
He wasn’t to know it was a trigger for us, but 13 year old Betty got on her high horse and chased him off.
Waking this morning we still weren’t quite sure which Betty we were, when the teen son suddenly informed us that he wasn’t going to school. He has started refusing school again, and we are thinking about taking him out of the education system altogether, because of his Autism and anxiety.
So in a split second we quickly changed to Mammy Betty.
Mammy Betty gets on with the job, says it like it is, only teenage Betty keeps jumping in and out too. We began switching rapidly through all alters, looking for a solution.
Unfortunately suicidal Betty claimed the throne for a good few hours, whilst stoner Betty and Heidi continually dragged her up to the joint at the top of the garden until she disappeared.
This is quite a disappointed because we thought that suicidal Betty had gone for good. This seems not to be the case.
We shall have to keep our eye on the ball. This Betty is too clever and sly for us to ignore.
This is me, writer Betty signing out for now.
Tune in next time for ‘what happened to Wednesday ?’
A few months ago my life almost ended. I was suicidal, and close to the edge.
I started using cannabis to control my mental health issues, and
suddenly I found myself on a completely different journey.
My own Spiritual Path.
Gone were my demons, and in their place were spiritual helpers.
I have always been spiritual, but had become so bogged down in my depression and anxiety that I could not find my way home.
Cannabis has allowed me to relax, to release my demons. It has allowed me to calm my mind. It has allowed me to be able to meditate for the first time since I was a small child, when I used to do it without even knowing that this is what I was doing, or the reasons behind it.
Meditation has allowed me to find myself again, and to be at peace for the first time in my life.
Cannabis and spirituality combined have been my ticket to happiness.
I am so pleased that I finally got the golden ticket.
Im like a kid in a sweet shop, and I have never been happier.. love Betty x