Harley in Wonderland

Sharing my world of wonders, horrors, and the occasional obscene.

We’re All Mad Here

We’ve all had those moments where we just can’t believe what just happened.  I’m sure we can all agree to call them WTF Moments.  That’s what I think of when I hear the title of the book A Series of Unfortunate Events.

The truth is, we all have those moments.  We’re all going to have those moments.  And life is very rarely going to make sense.  We can all deal with it in different ways.  This blog is my way.

Welcome to Wonderland:

Why Harley in Wonderland?
Have you ever looked around yourself at the people around you and questioned their sanity?  Has their presence in your life ever had you questioning yours?  No?
Well, I have.  I can answer yes on both counts.
I came up with the name Harley in Wonderland when I found my relationship with my children’s father beginning to resemble that of Harley Quinn and the Joker.  He beat me for the dumbest reasons including not laughing at his jokes(sounds just like the Joker, right?).  And the only people he allowed around us were the kind of people that would stand around and watch while he strangled me and beat me and refused to call the cops when I pleaded with them to (because they didn’t want him to go to jail. why? because “that’s a bit extreme”).
I felt like I was losing my mind because I knew it wasn’t my fault that he was beating on me, but no one around me seemed to agree and he would continuously repeat all the reasons he could come up with why I was the bad guy despite being the one with covered in bruises.  Why I was wrong for being depressed because he felt just fine and that means I should be too.
I had no one to tell me otherwise and anyone who did was automatically the bad guy who was trying to get between us.
This has actually been the theme throughout my life since I was a child.  Starting with my mother who beat me for defending myself against her fiance’s bad touch.
The world was mad.  And so was I.

Beautiful Bipolar

Join us for afternoon tea where you’ll find a supportive community of hatters and hares that are all mad just like you.  Having been diagnosed with bipolar and PTSD, I know what it’s like to be depressed, anxious, angry, helpless etc, etc.  I run the gambit when it comes to flashbacks and anxiety attacks due to what I’ve been through.  But I am also aware enough to be proof positive that our mental illnesses don’t make us who we are and it is possible to live a perfectly healthy life even with mental health issues present.  And I can also prove that not only should you forgive yourself for any mistakes you make due to your illness, but you can do it.
Your wounds can and will heal.  Now, whether they heal properly or not is entirely up to you.  But they will heal.  I promise you.

Where I Lay My Head

I have been homeless most of my adult life.  Through all manner of circumstances, I have found myself subject to the actions or discrimination of other people and remaining homeless because of it.  Being homeless is tough and navigating the systems in place to help us is, frankly, a pain in the ass.  And there’s the matter of keeping your motivation when you’re surrounded by a negative attitude.  This may be true for all environments but I have found that there’s more negativity in the homeless community than any other environment I’ve found myself in.  And it’s no surprise considering just how depressing it is living in a shelter or outside or not being able to wash your butt when you want or being surrounded by people who never want to (yuck!).
But I’m here to help!  There are more people in this community that have positive energy than you might think.  And this is a place we can come together and find that there are more of us than you might think.  Hell, you don’t even have to be homeless.  You could be a person that has a place to live but looks at us homeless folk like people.  We need to see more of that.  I tell everyone that I’m homeless, so that the people who are ashamed of saying so, can feel comfortable knowing that they don’t have to because I and people like me will have changed the minds of as many people as possible as to what homelessness looks like.  That means less fear of ill treatment due to a newfound respect these people have gained for the people in our community.