You Run Away So Often, How do You Get Back Home? (Poem and Images Included)

Running Away to Get Back Home

a poem

by Jessica B. Hensley aka Jess(Sketchwriterjess), the author of the Sketchwriterjess Blog and Owner of the Shop, JBHensleySWJ.

This poem may not be copied and sold or used on another website without the Author's permission. Nor can the Images be used the same way.

And now for the poem:

. A night at the bar

drawing with Crayola Colored Pencils

on cheap sketch paper

you catch reds, brasses, and browns

like gems

of memory you want to keep

When a weird guy hits on

you run away to get back home.

Coffee-Stout, Water, and An Old Fashioned with one sexy ice cube in one of my favorite places to go to let loose.

II. Hangover with you

as you drive in Palm Beach County Florida traffic

to the bookstore cafe to draw

with your water-soluble graphite pencils

by Fiber Castell and

Prismacolor Pencils Y2K,

on Canson Mix Media Paper,

You make an impression on

a child there, keep drawing

as she scampers off

to walk with her


You want to keep going

so you go to another coffee shop

where people focus on their work

on Laptops and Smart phones

while you draw with colored pencils

on paper

You run away to get back home,

back to the bar, you stay alone.

"The Carpenter" Water-Soluble Colored Pencils and Prismacolor Colored Pencils.
 9" x 6". Copyright 2017 Jessica B. Hensley signed with Sketchwriterjess Logo.

III. Another day,

same bookstore cafe,

with Crayola Colored Pencils

and paper in your bag,

you wave your wallet

Cheers to the baristas,

they know your name

they know your usual

they’ve kept you in the game

one Grande Latte drunk,

inspiration for a bracelet hits

You manifest at home,

then where it upon your wrist

to remember yourself

once again.

Colored Pencil Drawing of a Grande Latte with a bracelet inspired by its casing and the experience of the Bookstore Cafe Environment. Bracelet, Wood Beads, Smoky Colored Button, Malachite, Stainless Steel, Mocha Colored Crystals, and Pearlish Seed Beads on elastic cord.

If you like that poem, I've got some more on here. They were written when I was a bit more idealistic after moving from the Mid-Atlantic to Palm Beach County Florida.

Here are the links to the other poems on this site:
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Thanks you for reading
 and have a safe, yet Jolly Holiday.

Jess aka Sketchwriterjess

P.S. Remember to drink lots of water when you drink coffee or any of your favorite beverages so you don't become dehydrated and drowsy.

Why I Went Broke While I Was Making Money, Happy Holidays President Trump (Inspirational Infographic Included)

Why I Went Broke While I Was Making Money, Happy Holidays President Trump (An Inspirational Infographic Included),

Dear President Trump,

Money is on Everyone’s mind these days, those on disability due to Mental Illness even more so.

As a Bipolar Disorder I survivor, I can attest to how creating coping skills, both healthy and unhealthy, helped me understand why I’m in a vicious cycle of being blocked when it comes to dealing with life.

Any same person can tell you to “Suck it up, deal with it!”

However, as someone who has been through her own special Hell, I can tell you with accuracy that you can’t “make a deal” with illness.

You can convince yourself all you want that “If I do this, I’ll get that.”

That’s not how Mental Illness works.

There is no guarantee that you will get anything you’ve worked for or wanted for so long, from when you were a child or new adult.

The only thing I am sure of is that I will not give up on making living with Bipolar Disorder I more tolerable for myself and anyone else who has it worse then me.

Why I went Broke While I Was Making Money (Infographic Below):

I realize actions and pictures can speak 1,000 words more then I alone can.

I also realize I can’t win at life if I don’t have the tools to survive.

Currently, I am on SSI, also known as Social Security Supplemental Income.

I am allowed to work and earn up to a certain amount, while I get the medication I need to survive.

I’m not the only one out there who can work, yet can not work within the rules set forth by society.

Nor am I the only one who knows the rules of life don’t apply to her like it does to many people she knows in her life without a mental illness.

I know this bothers many people.

I know it’s unbelievable that pills prescribed for mental illness, Mood Stabilizers, Antidepressants, and Antipsychotics correct how the brain works instead of alter it, like Opiates can.

There are many things people don’t know about mental illness and since its different for every person diagnosed, I am unable to speak for anyone else as to why they have been diagnosed, though I have met other people with my condition and here is something that happens for many people with Bipolar Disorder I:

“I worked off and on for 6 years at different jobs and the longest one I held was 9 months. Many jobs I let my anger out on the manager or on other coworkers, or worse on customers when I worked retail.” –the author of this article

A person in my situation may have the skills to work a normal job, however, we get overwhelmed and stressed by so many things, anything can set us off.

True, at the time, I did not take medication, I wasn’t diagnosed.

However, I know now that owning my own business is the only way I will be able to have any shot at making my life better.

Working another job with and for other people will not only be hard for me, it will be tough for all my coworkers due to my anger issues.

The Infographic provided above explains how people in my situation are able to “make it work”.

We may not be able to “Make Our Life Great Again.”, though for me life wasn’t so much great before I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I as I had very bright memorable highs and very dark lows. 

I'm more stable now. 

I don't have the major mood swings I used to have and to be honest, I do miss the energy I had before I was diagnosed. 

The medications I take for my mental illness also made my body more susceptible to Diabetes, High Cholesterol, and Hypothyroid Conditions, which I've had since a year after I started taking them when I was diagnosed.

If you liked the Infographic above, I’ve got the words in this article here to sum up how I meet life eye to eye despite the difficulties I’ve had living:

1. You win some.

2. You lose many many times before you win.

3. There’s no do without trying.

Though my past haunts me as I make my way through a world where the rules don’t apply to me, I realize other rules do and so I am able be good to my family, friends, strangers, authority figures, and myself.

I wish You and Yours Happy Holidays,


Jessica B. Hensley

Author of the Sketchwriterjess Blog and owner of JBHensleySWJ Shop

So many niches, so little time.

So many niches, so little time by Jessica B. Hensley Author of the Sketchwriterjess Blog and Owner of the Shop JBHensleySWJ.

If you are a serial blogger like I am, then you’ve noticed a trend in the last couple of years, the trend of finding yours...your niche, your passions, your desires, all to make a business from the essence of your core being.

So, I’ve had a couple of blogs with different names, this blog is my best attempt to make a business from what I know.

Its also my best effort to earn a living from something I like to do.

I like to draw. I like to make jewelry. I thought, hey combine them together and see what happens.

Well, its cool. I like what I’ve come up with so far. However, I also like to write poetry too.

I have a few on this blog, one even has a book that is being published again next year after some reworking on the graphics so it prints more clear.

Plus I’m designing the font for it too.

I sketch, write, and sometimes combine both because sometimes I can’t make up the weirdness of life, though many times I want to dream, I want to imagine, that my life isn’t full of weirdness and icky moments, and feelings of downright a Gen Xr it’s unheard of. Millenials do that, Gen Xrs suck it up, pull themselves up by their boot straps, get stuff done...blah...blah...blah...Oh brother where are thou when I need to just take a break and relax and do all.

Like sit and stare at the wall

And pretend I will fall

At the mall

and some skateboarder will rescue me

like it’s 1986 somewhere in New Jersey.

Does this make sense.

No? It shouldn’t make sense, if it does, then you are just as strange as me.

I’ve been through enough things and seen enough things and heard enough things that Life is not as real AF, it is as real as sex.

Sex meaning, its not just about the act of sex, but the act of thinking about it, wanting it, craving it, and not being able to do a damn thing about it but draw in a sketchbook or write a poem.

My period sucks the life out of me every month. It is a drain on my body and a painful tear at my soul as I see women and men my age and younger with boyfriends, husbands, children, girlfriends, just friends, partners, pet babies, car babies, anything they hold dear, except creative pursuits.

There are people in my life who think what I do is really interesting and cool. Some are Gen Xrs, some are Millenials, and some are from the Baby Boomers, Silent Generation, and Greatest Generation too, and Did I forget Generation Z?

People are interested in what I do. They watch me sketch. They tell me how beautiful my sketches are. And sometimes, if I’m telling someone something about something I did, I draw a sketch about it, like some of the tutorials I have on this blog.

Sketching was the first way I learned about making art and how it could calm me down. But then, as I went further into school and concentrated on Art as my major, A Bachelors of Science, it got serious. It wasn’t calming anymore, it wasn’t about making fun of silly things that happened during the day in middle school, it was about painting with oil paints and learning about creating portraits of not only myself, but other people. It was about figuring out weather I wanted to be an artist, or make an art career from something related to art, such as Graphic Design.

I took drawing in college, there were nude models. One a woman. And later there was a man.

I had never seen a man naked in person before. The class called him Mr. Happy...

Anyway, it was my first look at a man up close or a woman up close, other then me.

It was interesting, it was bold, and it was exciting to capture a person at their most vulnerable in a safe way.

I kept trying to date men on campus and then when that wouldn’t work, I developed crushes on professors.

Looking back, I think that not knowing I was left-handed played into my frustrations. I wasn’t my full self. I was a good part of self, and yet there was so much doubt, that I was not ready to be with anyone sexually.

I wasn’t confident enough in myself to know what I needed to do to be supportive of them in the ways they needed. I didn’t know how far I could go. So I held myself back from getting close enough to go in and get lost.

What I did instead was attempt suicide, yet I was the only one who knew I did.

I took out a knife and put it against my wrist, and then, I felt like someone was watching out for me. I put the knife back in the drawer, as soon as I did that, a person came in and was shocked I was in the Student Kitchen in the Dorm, He was an International Exchange Student who always cooked his own meals since it was against his beliefs to eat the American Meals the campus provided.

At that moment, I knew that life was precious. It was not meant to end in a way, for an emotion, that is fleeting and then over at some point. I got a glimpse that life is short and its not meant to be shortened intentionally.

Flash foward years later, I fell for yet another man who was taken and I was was studying for my second degree in an art related field, Interior Design. There were stories that I would do great, that I would have no problem getting a job.

And then me and my classmates all talked about how we’d always be using boring colors, designing for offices, never truly being creative like so many of us wanted to be.

I felt like I couldn’t take it. I wanted out. I remembered my suicide attempt and knew that was wrong. I wanted out though, so I got into music, I got involved in an internet community, I spent so much time in a fantasy world and was stepping out of the real world that I was in. And then, I broke free from reality. I was on anti-depressents at the time because I broke up with my internet community and couldn’t be in a relationship with the rockstar I lusted after.

I went off the anti-depressents and that sent me spiraling out of control. I was on my way to a break, going off the meds pushed it over the edge. I got into arguments with people online. I vaguely remember what I said and what they said and it’s getting blurrier every year I’m still living in real time.

I started this blog to highlight the best parts of having Bipolar Disorder and the low parts of it. Not in a voyeristic way, more like impressions of a person who has difficulties others have, yet more deep.

Many people don’t understand that. There is a thought that People with Bipolar Disorder are just exagerating their pain, that they are upset they aren’t getting enough attention, and that they are choosing not to take responsibility for their psychosis, but instead are using it as a way to avoid living in the real world.

There are many things that I have discussed on this blog, and many ways I have put my opinions forth.

This is the first time that I am going back to my blogging roots.

I started blogging years ago to just tell people how I feel. I was cut off and ignored from the internet group I fell in love with and I wanted to say that I was still around, that my life means something, that life means something.

For many people, music is a mirror of their lives, it wasn’t a mirror of mine, it was a funhouse mirror for me and still is if there are lyrics. Lyrics don’t reflect my story. They never have and it’s possible they never will.

I wrote some songs, people thought they connected with the lyrics and that shocked me because I thought I was the only woman who felt out of touch with living as a woman, being a woman, growing up, accepting the pain of boundaries, and realizing when it’s time to give up one thing and start another. And when it’s time to never give up.

I write all of this to let you know that I care about you, readers, people in general, and I feel I still have much to offer you, a supportive shoulder to vent on.

I am not giving up on my blog, I am breathing new life into it. I still want to teach how to make jewelry. I want to teach people how I use logic to solve problems as someone with a mental illness.

If anything, I am thankful to be here in this place and time, even though many times I’m not. Many times I want out. Not a suicide, more like a shut down. A release, a time when I don’t have to think, I don’t have to do anything.

I love the people in my life dearly and I’m jealous of all of them. There I said it. They’ve done things and have lives I can only dream of. And yet, what I get from so many people in my life is, I wish I had your life. You get to play all day, you don’t have to work, your parents help you when you need it.

Thats not whats going on, I can assure you. Everyday, I hustle myself into doing the things I keep thinking will get me out of my funk. The things I think will help me have a normal life.

I no longer want Bipolar Disorder to define me. I want to define me. I do define myself as a person who is creative, supportive, loving, caring, and sharing and yes that’s with drinking coffee, Old Fashioneds, Craft Beer, Wine, Diet Sodas, Tea, and eating cookies and scones and Hush puppies and Quinoa and salads and eggs and bacon and blah...apples oh boy...well, I eat and drink whats allright for me and not allright for me according to doctors, and me.

I don’t like habits. I don’t like rituals. I don’t like doing the same thing day in and day out and yet that is what I do because that is what I can do. My life is very similar to the average working person’s life, with the exception that I have no alternatives to work, I am self-employed because that is the only way I can be. Just like people with Celiac who can’t eat Gluten, or People with Anemia who get tired and need iron shots to survive, I need medicine to survive. I need medicine and support from the mental health and primary care health professionals and I’ve got that here.

I don’t want it to go away. I don’t want all those years I worked and put money into my Social Security to just count for nothing. I worked and I still work, I work alone, I work for myself, I want to work for others, on my terms, not someone above me with control issues.

One final thing I want to say on this post is that I meditate every night before I go to sleep. I saved a book that my Dad was going to throw away about meditation. He was so relieved that I saved it. He and my Granny, his mother, had been to an event held by the author of this book. It’s a good memory of her that he has. He misses her so much still.

There are days when I miss myself too. I miss the days where I had tons of energy to burn. I miss the days when I cared about myself enough to shower everyday and look presentable. And I miss the ability to get angry when I need to. To cry and not have to push so hard to cry. I miss laughing at jokes no one else gets but me in my head that I know what they are and why they make sense and the look on peoples faces when I have disturbed their concentration. I miss the constant attention that i brought to myself by being “cool weird” as opposed to “creepy weird”. Now, I’m weird sometimes and its more eccentric then bizarre.

I’ve come a long way from where I used to be.

I hope that you will continue to read this blog. I do have some things for sale on my newsletter. If they look like something you’d enjoy having or using, I encourage you to take a chance on joy.

There is joy in connecting with other people. There is joy in giving gifts to your friends and family, and there is joy in giving yourself a gift when you need a pick me up.

I plan to have more in my shop by February of Next Year.

I will blog once a week still, just more ranty stuff like this, no fancy process pictures or graphics.

Just long essays on life as a person with love in their heart for nature and people.

Talk soon,

Have a Day that only you can have and feel how you feel about it.

Be you,


And any other days you need to, Should be everyday, but sometimes we need to put some pancake make-up on ourselves and some sunglasses to be someone mysterious.

Jess, still Sketchwriterjess, always me : ).

An easy way to laminate paper charms for jewelry. Charmed BE bracelet series.

If you would like to see how the Charmed BE elastic bracelet band is made, read this:

Why Your Elastic Bracelet Breaks and How to Prevent it from Happening Again

If you would like to see how the bookmark portion of the Charmed BE bracelet is made, then read this:

Why Now is the Best Time to Make a Bookmark Bracelet...Now Where Did I Put That Bookmark?

If you've already read those, or you just want to view how the charm is made, then keep reading...

I decided since I had to make some tough decisions recently, I thought it best to have something here for you, a sketch showing my process for the charm. I'm adding more pictures today if you have already viewed this article. There will not be a graphic for this piece, just pictures and some words about how I feel about this project.

Here is an explanation and pictures of how the charms for the Charmed BE bracelet are made.

All right, I know it's not easy to see in this sketch, however, I will explain how the lamination process works with simple plastic packing tape and paper colored with colored pencil mediums.

First, the paper is punched out with a die punch that punches circles. The circles are punched diagonally on paper to make use of the paper and not have too much waste. Also, the small holes are punched in each circle to make a place to attach the charm to the jewelry.

Next, The backs of the paper, that has already been colored with colored pencil mediums, is colored again with colored pencil medium with the word chosen and signature of the art chosen to make a signed piece of jewelry.

After that, the circles are laid in tape. One circle is laid in tape and the tape, a packing tape, is folded over it so the whole circle is covered with adhesive and plastic tape. A paper piercer is used to punch a hole in the small hole where the charm will be attached to the jewelry.

Then, a hair-dryer is used to set the tape to become a hard surface, like a laminate. First the hair-dryer blows high, then low, and then cold.

After that the circle is cut from the tape and it is officially laminated.

It is laminated enough that when I wash my hands and water splashes on this charm, it does not damage it. 

People have told me it's stronger the lamination paper they have used on their documents.

I know this isn't much in terms of graphics, however, I feel it's better to show you the process this way. Less clutter, more heart.

There are other ways this laminating process can be used. Rectangle and corner bookmarks. Bracelet cuffs, though, that may take some ingenuity, but I've got something in mind which I will have up next year, also beads can be made. Just punch 2 holes in one piece and you've got a flat link that can be used in a link style necklace.

I'm sure there are even more uses for this technique of lamination. The tape I used is Scotch Brand Heavy Duty Clear Packing Tape.

I will be writing an e-book about this process for purchase, however, I will have one more bracelet presentation that will be a recap of all the steps to how this version of the Charmed BE Bracelet is made. I will also have more about the colored pencil process and assembly line process to make more at a quicker pace.

Have a good one!


P.S. Would appreciate it if you would please Share this presentation. Just think, it includes all the links to how this bracelet is made! You've only got to share this one post.

It would mean so much to me to know that people have another technique to make jewelry that is not only nice looking, it is functional as well.

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I've got Bipolar Disorder Type 1 and Psychic Abilities:

Hello everyone,

This blog is a place to read about one person's experience with Bipolar Life and it's obstacles. It is also a place to get information about surviving and thriving with a mental illness.

Not only do I make art and craft, I write and do Tarot Readings for the General Audience.
I discovered I have psychic abilities once I stopped drinking alcohol. Champagne? Not just yet ; ).

My hope is that you get inspired to put yourself out there into the world. It's scary to do so. It always is, but it's the only way to make progress towards having any quality of life.

Take Care and Blessings.