Do You Know Mental Illness When You See It Or Hear It?

If there’s one thing that the last 30 years (1991 -2021) has taught me is that the vast majority of people do not have a clue what mental illness is.  Or how to know it when they hear it or see it.

Take for example, a woman who claims she can read minds.

Does she take advantage of all the remarkable opportunities such a gift can bestow upon her life or does she spend the next thirty years (1991 – 2021) screaming at the top of her lungs about the horrible things done to her by a woman she’s never, ever met in her life.  While at the same time, raising her children to do the exact same thing (screaming, stalking, and extracting revenge through financial, physical, and mental violence).  Even training them to sound like her? What good is the ability to read minds if your own mind is totally warped and mall functioning?  To me, she’s an extreme case of serious, harmful mental illness.

What are the 5 signs of mental illness?

The five main warning signs of mental illness are as follows:

  • Excessive paranoia, worry, or anxiety.
  • Long-lasting sadness or irritability.
  • Extreme changes in moods.
  • Social withdrawal.
  • Dramatic changes in eating or sleeping pattern.

However, I’ve been told that she, the woman screaming, is perfectly fine and normal, because she’s expressing her anger

Google question:  Is expressing your anger in violent ways normal

It is not uncommon to feel guilty or ashamed about being angry, even though it’s a very normal and necessary emotion. Anger only becomes unhealthy when it’s expressed in a way that hurts others or yourself. … There are many ways of expressing your anger, but becoming violent should never be an option.

My question is, ‘Why do you think it’s fine and normal to express anger which includes violence done to another person, especially if you’re angry over something you imagined happened?’

That would explain all the shootings being done by perfectly normal, rational people.

Colorado Mass Shooting

Let’s look at the other side of what most people took for mental illness.

The accused quiet woman swears she’s never met the screaming woman.   Yes, she has seen and heard the screaming woman often.  But, the quiet woman swears she’s never done anything, that she knows, of to the screaming woman.  Never slept with her, or her boyfriend or her husband.  Neither has she ever done anything to the screaming woman or her kids.  The only thing she’s ever done was try and report the screaming woman’s odd behavior and the fact that the screaming woman was stalking her, the quiet woman, to the Police.  That the quiet woman freely admits she did.    

However, she was not believed and was the one sent to the psychiatrist.

Decades later, the quiet woman was still trying to get the Police and the Village officials to believe the screaming woman was mentally ill and should be committed for her own good and the safety of others.   Again, the quiet woman was considered the mentally ill one. 

So, the quiet woman gives up and decides she has no other choice but to live her life listening to the screaming woman screaming day and night, night and day, while being stalked by her and her family. 

Now, the Police and Village Officials are really convinced that the quiet woman is the crazy one.  Because no sane person would choose to live that way.  She didn’t.  They chose for her.

I have absolutely become convinced that a large majority of Americans do not know what mental illness looks or sounds like.  And even if they did, there’s very little, if anything, they can do about it.  Trust me.  I know.

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Eliza D. Ankum
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P.S. 30 years later, the Police and Village Officials want the quiet woman to see another psychiatrist in hopes that the psychiatrist can explain to her, that, yes, she was being stalked and viciously screamed at (verbally harassed) in such a way that the quiet woman won’t lose her mind and go out and express her anger.   But, mostly, they want the quiet woman to stop doing whatever it is she’s doing that causes the screaming woman to scream like that.   

I think they call that bad thing the quiet woman is doing, breathing.

Discreet Detective Agency – Chapter 59

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Chapter 59

For mature audiences only

SHE WAS EXACTLY THE TYPE he loved to rape.   She wasn’t a whore! She was someone’s wife, mother, sister, and daughter.  She was loved.  That’s what made it so damn tantalizing.  Killing her would cause the most excruciating pain to those who loved her.  There’d be the inevitable, why’s, if only’s, and of course, the most odious guilt trip of them all, I should have.

No, he didn’t have to rape.  He liked to rape.  Hence his chosen nickname for himself, WARONS. Which was an acronym for Westside Area Rapist Original Night Stalker. He’d read something similar in Joseph James DeAngelo’s case file.  The California newspapers had nicknamed him EARONS – East Area Rapist Original Night Stalker.

DeAngelo, like him, was of that thick-necked, hard-headed, obstinate type so typical in the American Police Force.  

He was a tall, square chested, broad-shouldered, powerful looking man with large strong hands.  His jaw was set square.  His eyes, a clear, bright, and alert blue.  He had a wide forehead, equal and well set eyebrows, and a head full of straight, black hair that would have rendered him of Mexican heritage had not been for his blue eyes. 

He was, for most women, the quintessential, tall, dark, handsome, apple-pie eating American boy.  An American boy who liked to rape and kill women.

As Latrice Armstrong had left her mother’s house, in Canaryville, earlier that afternoon, he’d taken the liberty of writing down her license plate number.  While at work, on break, he’d ran it.  God, he loved being a cop.  Being a cop had opened up all types of women’s legs for him.  He’d raped women in their homes, in alleyways, store stockrooms, and once or twice, in broad daylight on the side of the highway. 

He liked raping ordinary women.  Not so much the hookers.  He’d only started doing them, for revenge, after learning of the connection between a certain Alderman and a Commander, who, as it turned out were both related, in one way or another, to the men who’d killed his father for raping Helen. 

There was no doubt in mind that his father had deserved being killed.  But to have his dick cut off and shoved down his throat and his body dumped on the front steps of their home like a worn out animal carcass was a step too far.

It had been his friend, Jerome’s mother, who had told his mother of what was being whispered about the neighborhood of the circumstances that had led to his father’s murder. 

“That poor negro child had come home, hysterical, without her underwear.  Said your husband had done things to her,” she’d whispered in the kitchen, over tea and knobby fingers of Rožky, to his mother.  Need-less-to-say, the woman was never allowed back in the house, again.

He was only taking up where his father had left off.  He was BTK, Son of Sam, and the Hillside Strangler all rolled into one.  He realized his father had been right all along. He was his father’s son.  He was an abomination.

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Eliza D. Ankum

Author of

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Flight 404 – A Novel of Aviation Disaster
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared saga Book 3)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November  A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2Mr. President – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 3
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust – A Second Chance Love Story
Eleanor Grunsback – An Ugly Woman’s Love Story
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John Lewis’ Final Crossing Of The Edmund Pettus Bridge

This morning, I got up to watch This Week With George Stephanopoulos, but instead, I had the good pleasure of witnessing US House Representative John Lewis’ final crossing of the Edmund Pettus Bridge.

If you missed it, you missed God’s salute to him.  

It started with the people.  As the horse drawn cart carrying Representative Lewis’ body neared the beginning of the bridge crossing, the people were yelling their love for him and praise for the work he’d done on their behalf.

But when that cart neared the top of the bridge, it got quiet.  You could no longer hear the people.  And then it started.  As a low buzzing that turned into a loud crescendo of katydids.

Click here to watch and LISTEN!

It was as if God was using them to say:

Well done!  My Good and faithful servant.

Black lives do matter to ALL of US (United States of America)

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
By
Eliza D. Ankum

 

Character Study Arabella Anderson

Arabella Anderson was born in Estelí, Nicaragua. 

Estelí was the scene of heavy fighting in the civil war against the Somoza government from 1978 to 1979. The city was heavily air-bombed by the regime’s National Guard, which reduced many of the city’s buildings to rubble. The human casualties were around 15,000; many of them were youths massacred on suspicion of being part of the insurrection.  Excerpt from Wikipedia

She was a lot like some of today’s young female immigrants caught between two worlds.

In Arabella’s case, she was caught between a man (Randall Crawford) she was obligated to for bringing her to the United States and giving her a new prosperous life and the man (Jared Anderson) she loved.

And even after she married Jared, Randall refused to let her go.  He initiated an affair by threatening to tell Jared that she was an illegal immigrant.  So, when she found herself pregnant, not knowing which of the two men had fathered her child, she was at a lost on how to resolve the situation.

Read more about Arabella Anderson in my new book, Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 3) on sale at Amazon.com/books.

By

Eliza D. Ankum

Author of
Flight 404 – A Novel of Aviation Disaster
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared saga Book 3)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November  A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust – A Second Chance Love Story
A Woman’s Voice: A Little Book of Poems
STALKED! By Voices

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

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Powers Boothe aka Noah Daniels

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This morning I received some very bad news, Powers Boothe has died.

As many of you know, Powers Boothe figured centrally in my new ebook, ’24 – The Hunt For Red November,’ as Noah Daniels a role he made famous on the TV series 24.

I am so grateful that he allowed me in write him into the book.  I had dreams of seeing him come back to this role.  And I dearly regret that he did not get to read the final pages of the book.

Good bye Mr. Boothe and thank you so very much.  You were an inspiration for me.

Sincerely,

Eliza D. Ankum asa elizabooks

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#Black Lives Matter

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Office Slager shooting Walter Scott

Back in 2005, when I still believed in justice, fairness, and the American Way, I made a speech in front of the Village of Maywood’s City Council during one of their Tuesday night meetings. In the meeting, I remarked that if they didn’t put a stop to the stalkers public humiliation of me that it would come back on them by way of their children. They looked at me as though I were some insane idiot who had wandered in off the street.

But what I meant by that was, if you let one group of people, The Stalkers, get away with doing and saying whatever they want in your streets, others, including your children, will learn to do the same. And they did.

The same holds true with the Zimmerman case. The not Guilty verdict in the George Zimmerman case gave a clear signal…

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How To Get Away With Murder

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Edward Stringer and Corey Ankum

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This morning, as a watched firefighters putting out a fire at the site of a house explosion on the south side, I had a flashback to December 22, 2010. That was the day Corey Ankum and Edward Stringer were killed while battling a fire in an abandon building.

Following is an article written by Maudlyne Ihejirika, Staff Reporter for the Chicago Sun Times.

Fallen firefighter’s brother: ‘He was doing his job’
Slowly, the cars pulled up outside the brick two-flat with the silver tinsel twined around outside bannisters — at the foot of which stood two Christmas penguins that should have heralded joy at the Chatham home of firefighter Corey Ankum.
But only a sadness — heavy as the footsteps of family and friends who trudged up the five stone steps, crying and hugging and holding each other in mourning — could be felt…

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