Working On Us.

It’s week #4 of Working On Us at

Beckie’s Mental Mess

and I’m very happy to participate in this prompts series for the second time. Last week, I was answering the questions for prompt #1, but this time, I found prompt #2 really relatable. It’s a photo prompt, so I couldn’t actually see it, but Beckie described it and the image of a brain inside of a bird cage really spoke to me. I suppose I should include the photo in my post somehow, but since I have no clue how to do it, and am blind, so don’t need to have a clue about pics haha, I’ll just leave it as it is.

I was thinking about that prompt a lot last evening and thought I would make some piece of creative writing but since I don’t feel very creative at the moment it’ll just be a bit of a ramble.

I’ve been fascinated by brain for years, and it’s one of my main interests. But it’s not only that why I found this prompt so relatable. I could say I often feel as if my brain was locked in a bird cage, and unable to get out, just never thought about such a metaphor before. What does it feel like when your brain is locked in a brain cage? For me, among other things, it means difficulty in releasing emotions, there’s no way to get them out, whether you want it or not. Your brain fills up until it’s all full and all the feelings are one big mishmash, so that sometimes you don’t even know what you feel any longer. Things get mixed up, until finally the brain can’t contain anymore, and things start to leak out. But instead of leaking outside in a proper way, instead of being expressed, they spill all over the cage. It’s flooded with stuff that can’t be released otherwise, and the brain is swimming in all the intense feelings. That’s when overload happens, and I start feeling a lot of intense anger that gets turned inwards, so I feel like self-harming. Sometimes, when the flood is really strong, something will spill outside through the grating, but the cage is tall and thick so it’s really hard. The only way for me to get my brain out of that cage is writing. Then, the bird cage opens and it can fly out and feel more free.

Another thing that a bird cage makes me think of in the context of my brain, is the feeling of alienation, or feeling disconnected, or loneliness in the crowd, inadequacy, or however you want to call it. I like being different, and individualistic, and I like being on my own more than around other people most of the time and feel more comfy with it. But when it becomes a bird cage for my brain is when I do need to be with someone, but for whatever reason can’t make a connection with people. Sometimes it’s like you can see other people from there, but there’s no way of communicating effectively. You can only bang on the cage and hope that they will hear you, but even if they will, they usually won’t be able to help you out, or open the cage, or get close enough that you could communicate, or feel the way you feel. Even if they do get to you, you’ve been living in this cage for so long that you can’t even explain to them what it’s like, and what you need, and they won’t understand, because they live out there in the world which is so very different. So after a couple trials, you just sit in the corner of your cage and look out, watching people come and go. Sometimes they’ll glance in your direction in confusion, not understanding why you are the way you are and live in a bird cage, what’s wrong with your brain that you constantly keep it in there. As if it was your choice. Sometimes you might feel desperate, and try to jump over the cage, but that hardly ever ends up well and is risky, you can easily get hurt. Even if you do get out of there in one piece, you quickly realise that you don’t fit in, and lots of consequences come with it. And after so many years of living in a cage your brain just doesn’t know otherwise and has it hard to adjust and be just like any other brain living in the outside world. So after all, you put your brain back into the cage, voluntarily this time, ’cause a familiar enemy is worse than the one you don’t know anything about and don’t know how to deal with.

That’s the way my brain feels sometimes. Well, regularly. Again, writing, for myself or with/to others, is something that helps, to some degree, especially blogging and penpalling is what I’m thinking of.

Also, I think the bird cage analogy works very well in regards to my sleep paralysis experiences too. It feels like my brain and me are locked up in a bird cage with all my dream monsters. I can see the outside world but they don’t see me, and I can’t run away because my dream “friends” are all over me. The only thing I can do is wait for the dream cage to open and flee as soon as possible.

What’s a bird cage of your brain? How does it look like and what does it represent? ๐Ÿ™‚

14 thoughts on “Working On Us.”

  1. I can totally see the connection to sleep paralysis. I hear ya!

    Hmm… the brain inside a birdcage… it makes me think of being safe and secure in a nice home. HA HA! Kind of like, “Don’t release my brain from my skull, or it will take on a life of its own and leave my soul behind.” If that makes sense. Yeah, I guess my brain is happy where it is. Weirdness. I don’t do all that well with visual art prompts, though! I never have. Like with the contests I do each year, the prompts are always words (of genres, characters, items, situations, etc.). In a way, like that, I’m very internal and don’t see the world around me in a visual way. I feel or perceive people’s energy as being primary to their appearance.

    Are you having a nice weekend? It’s hot here!! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

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    1. Oh that’s interesting the way you see a brain in a bird cage, I like that, and it makes sesne in a way too. ๐Ÿ™‚ Well it’s actually the first time I used a visual prompt, I never thought I would hahaha. Yes, I have a mostly OK weekend, thanks, though feeling rather low still. How’s yours going? ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s very warm here but not as hot as it’s been, but apparently tomorrow is going to be very hot. Hope it won’t be too roasting.

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      1. My weekend is going great, thanks!! I’m sorry you’ve been feeling low!! I’ll keep my fingers crossed that something great happens for you before the weekend is out!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Fairy dust!!

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  2. Wow, Emelia, this was pretty intense. For someone who cannot even see the photo prompt, your vivid description of what it’s like to be trapped inside your own mind is something that a number of us feel. Yet, your description was so heartfelt and lonely. Please know, you are never alone… not here anyway.
    I thank you so very much for participating in Week #4 Prompt #2 in such detail and strength.
    God Bless YOU!

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