Interview with Tim Payton


Thank you for talking to Poetry for Mental Health Tim, tell us more about the mental health problems you have had, and their history.


Well, to be honest, it started with me having issues at a very young age. At just eight months old I had my very first taste of alcohol - put into my sippy cup. And at the age of three I had marijuana put into my system by an older sibling, which went on until the age of about five. So this was really the beginning of substances being put into my body. Plus growing up without really having a father figure in my life (at the age of 12, my father had passed away) created my early mental ill health. Also, as a child I suffered isolation, and was bullied, beat up and made fun of because of being of mixed-race. So growing up wasn't fun! Fast forward to my teenage years: at 15 I had started regularly smoking marijuana and drinking, which would later become the start of my addictive ways and lifestyle - what initially started out as fun, and me loving the feelings I got from doing the substances socially, soon became a lifestyle going into my 20s. Using was my way of coping and dealing with everything that was going on in my life at the time. I felt like I had huge voids that I was trying to fill, yet I kept feeling like I couldn't get enough substances to fill those voids and make me happy - it was like I was just going through life just existing, trying to feel comfortably numb, if that makes sense?


I am 49 now, and for most of my life I have been using, or doing something that involved some sort of intoxicants. But I am now a recovered alcoholic/addict. I can now look back at how I was, and how I used to be, to now wanting not only to make a difference in my own life, but to try to help others too.


How did things start to change for you?

The one thing that really was a game changer for me was the passing of my oldest brother in 2016 from a overdose. How it happened, and the events that transpired both before his passing, and directly after, made his death very difficult for me - it affected me in many ways and took me a long while to adjust. I was actively taking pills - mostly benzodiazepines - at the time, and what happened to him really shook something inside of me, and from then on I stopped taking pills or using.

I became a recovered alcoholic/addict, and then a recovery Coach Professional, and a strong advocate of addiction and mental health awareness.


When did you start using poetry to help you? 

I had started writing poetry when I was 15 years old - at first for a girl I really liked and who was also my best friend. Lovey dovey, mushy stuff, yet from the reactions I was getting from her, it let me know I was creating a reaction from my words. And so eventually I found myself writing poetry from a personal place - using poetry as therapy to release the things I was feeling and going through at the time. And, as time went by, writing poetry has grown into a life of its own and has became second nature for me. I feel poetry is truly wordart that comes from a very personal place of self expression, and can be felt by so many who may be in a similar space and place, and can be felt on so many levels and ways, depending on how visual and emotionally written it is. And poetry can be life-changing thing too, and can actually save lives!


How could other people benefit from writing poetry?

I feel so many people can benefit from writing poetry! We all have something inside of us - a story just waiting to be told. Poetry is a form of self-expression that can help us all, and a wonderful therapeutic tool we can use to truly find out about ourselves. By writing about our pains, stresses, happiness, joys, sadness and depressions, ups and downs, etc., it gives a voice when we may sometimes feel like no one else would understand or know how we are feeling. Yet what many may not realize is that there are so many other people out there going through very similar things, and what may come from a personal place of oneself, could be the voice or language that could be felt by so many. I feel poetry is such a very spiritual thing, and can connect with so many others worldwide.


Where do you like to write, and when?

I really enjoy being in a place where I tend to not be disturbed, and a place I can be motivated creatively. However, I don't have a specific time; it could be anytime that I feel inclined to create something. When that feeling comes, I feel it must be written, yet not to rush it or to force it, let it come naturally and free ... like how the wind breezes and water flows in a stream.


Have you had any poetry published?

I started posting my work onto social media (Facebook and Instagram) in February of 2017, sharing my work on live readings, as well as onto other poetry groups on Facebook. I am the founder of the poetry group forums "Payton's Place of Poetry", "Reflections of Life in Poetry" and "Payton's Paintings & friends poetry/art group" and have a poetry book available on Amazon called "Scattered Colors" I am also currently working on an anthology based on addiction and mental health awareness called: "You Can ... Recover: Beaconing Lights of C.A.R.E (Creative Artists Recovering Efforts), available shortly.


THE HINDERING DEMON


Why is it that in human nature,

We tend to develop habits,

That are detrimental and deadly?


Either legal, illegal, or prescribed,

Demonic chemicals disguised as healers,

To make us whole, functional, and to even think or feel,

Why do we tend to want to kill ourselves?


Yes, you may have dodged a few bullets,

Yet it doesn't make you bulletproof.


Could and maybe increase your dosage,

Tolerance has arrived,

Now we double up and double down.


Down the hatch with a pill,

A needle in the vein,

Not having these things in life,

Causes so much pain, makes you go insane.


Why do we tend to hurt,

Ourselves, close and loved ones?

Yes, you're hurting and feening,

Yet your feelings for others are numb.


It's like you're burning on a stake,

Your addiction is engulping,

The demonic chemicals keep kindling the fire.


Everyone that's part of your life,

Have to watch you,

Destroying, degressing, tearing down,

Pleading for you to come back and out of this.


YOU'RE NOT LIVING!! THIS IS NOT LIVING!!

Death is in the shadows,

Waiting for the right moment.


Why is it that you give your heart,

Assistance, advice, a helping hand?

It isn't good or strong enough,

To break their choices or mind.


It's a vicious cyclone,

Of misery, grief, and despair,

Spinning you, till you're lost.


 Why do we and must endure,

This hindering demon.


S.O.B.E.R. (Staying Obedient By Everything Righteous)


STAYING sober minded and vigilant, is truly a must in the present day, 

To be fully aware and cautionally conscious, with how the world moves in it's way.


Be OBEDIENT, in a time where so much can be so testing and trying,

Takes true strength from within, of self respecting resilience with merit applying.


BY the Grace of God, I have awakened in life and I'm breathing, 

Which tells me I am Blessed, I am purpose, and here for a reason.


EVERYTHING that I've done and been through, have been marks and chapters of life,

Some great and good, some bad and troublesome, all have giving me knowledge of ensight.


To being RIGHTEOUS in His Sight, staying humble and thankful for all I've been through, 

So that I can be a SOBERING example of someone going through it too.


VICES


We as people have so many vices,

Habits and lifestyles, all type of devices,

Working within us all either yourself to family,

Sometimes not knowing with a roll of the dice what you're gambling,

Something that you put in your life, developing a life itself,

Consuming it's surroundings from decisions to oneself,

Causing so much from destroying families to torn lives,

Leaving you in such a hole, that it makes it so hard to get by,

It can hinder you into procrastination, it can take your dreams,

It can make you so sad and alone, leaving you crying and screaming,

Oh, how much a vice can put a pinch in so many things,

Your mother, children and loved ones, with what it can bring,

Sometimes a attitude because you can't get your fix,

Sometimes it can destroy things so precious and can't be fixed,

It can make the most loving people, so distant and untrusted,

A good home with the life then make it so rotten and rusted,

Yet, what's so funny is a vice can grab hold and take grip,

For we are the ones that have hold of all of this,

It's just a choice of how we want these things in our life,

Plus how we use them for our advantages and turn them into rights,

A right to know that nothing should hold down anyone,

From being what we need to be without a crutch if it can be done,

Yet, we as people do have vices, we all must work through,

Just hopefully we can and will learn something from them and can finally get through.


A PUPPET MASTER'S PLOT


I've been locked in a stronghold for so long,

The grip went in so deep and was so strong,

Had me under a tight spell, of a blinding and perverse type lust,

Had me unknowingly following a sinister presence of untrust.


Broken out from a trance like a wind-up toy being played with,

Now coming to my senses, from an outerworld amendmentship,

The mind had been Wound up,

Turned downward into a dark place,

Was taken off my path of a righteous light and space.


The enemy knows us better than we know ourselves,

And will play on our weakness and emotions throughout,

It doesn't go after or attacks the flesh, yet will distract us from our Time,

No...it attaches itself into the mind and Seeks habitation in the spine;


Master of confusion, Father of fog,

a siren of a darken symphony, tagging along,

Not easily shaken, sticks to you like tar of self-doubt and hopelessness,

With a shadow of worthlessness, that consumes you and caresses you like a kiss;


Feeling like You're drowning in a pool of a self-prison, with no sight of freedom or understanding,

Feeling no one would understand if you were to explain this and what you were planning.


I just thank The Good Lord that now I see I was under a deep and dark cloud of a puppet master's plot,

Trying me and wanting me to end it all from a pull of a sure shot.


DEPRESSION


I'm a mental disease...

I affect the young and old...

I will take your life...

And make it feel like a toll...

Make you feel like you're less than a person...

Filling you with loneliness...

Take your passions and dreams...

Turn them into curses...

Then sadly...

To even taking your own life!!!

I put fear into your head and thoughts...

Into a cage of misery...

Filling you up with past feelings...

Bringing back those so unfavorable events...

You so wish you forgotten;


I come major, manic, seasonal...

I'm very sporadic...

I'm born with many names and moods...

Bipolar being one of my best nicknames...

I'm within you...

Sometimes I come later in life...

I make it so...

That you're angry and irritable...

It's just not right!!!

I affect different people...

In different ways...

Yet you all have one thing in common...

ME!!!

I will interfere with everything...

Days in your life...

If left alone...

I will creep in and grow into a life...

That takes hold of you...

Into the months...

Into years...

I will crawl into thoughts...

To whisper sweet worthless nothings...

So you will end it!!!

Happiness doesn't exist...

While I'm taking over...

I make sure I take care of your every activity...

So you stay unhappy;


I help you find faults in your life...

Things, loved ones and people...

Make you frustrated at the small things...

Yourself, loved ones and people...

I will have you focus on the smallest matters...

Issues...

Make you feel disturbed with anxiety...

Within what matters...

So that I block you from every achievement...

Or seeing the bigger picture;


I will take you're fun and have you...

Unable to experience this...

Yes, you may put on your mask...

To smile and fit in...

But I still keep you in a poor state of mind...

The feeling of loving yourself...

Or having intimacy...

Is what I truly love to take over...

And live in...


This is what I call home...

You may call me depression.


ABOUT TIM

Timothy Wade Payton, born June 18th 1976, is an American writer, Abstract Artist, Animation Artist, Award-winning poet, Self-Published Poetry Author, Spoken Word Artist, Best-selling Co-Author, Book reviewer, Founder of the Facebook Poetry Group's, "Reflections of Life in Poetry", "Payton's Place of Poetry" and "Payton's Paintings & friends Poetry/art group" Recovery Coach Professional, Advocate of Addiction and Mental Health, Ambassador of Humanity representing Ghana, West Africa, Universal Ambassador of Peace representing France, One of top 55 poets selected by Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry forum for The Poet Laureate of USA 2024, Certified by Blueridge CTC, "Core Education" Certificate, "Recovery Coach Of The Year 2024" awarded by GRaCE (Greater Recovery and Community Empowerment), literary critic, poetic tutor, Board Member of Rinascimento-Renaissance Millennium III (RRM3), Trending Poet of The Year 2024, from the poetry forum "Trending Poets" from Facebook. Timothy is known for his word art and elusive spoken word. Timothy has a poetry book available on Amazon called "Scattered Colors" and a anthology available on Lulu called "You Can... Recover: Beaconing Lights of C.A.R.E."

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