Once Upon A Time In Mentalville

There are times where you feel mentally raped, because the good words you thought maybe meant something just turned to shit.. So I’m saying hello to you here. Comment, ask or what ever if you want..


I also got a poem that my dearest Heidi has written about me, we meet in the darkness with candlelight that didn’t work properly. A place where we are “safe”, can take a timeout and breathe. But still we face everything all day long… Her poem is in Norwegian, I cried when I read it, the words are so beautiful, humbling and I do not or have not had anyone telling me this before. Nor have I had a person make something because they met me. She wrote it a couple of years ago, we got in touch again just this year, yes lovely Facebook, finding the ones you want (almost every time). She has so much love to give, as I, we are in the same boat, but not exactly, but we understand each other on a deeper level than anyone around us. There’s no judgment in our conversations or events. We are who we are, why doesn’t the world see the light??


Ikke ta fra henne fargene

fra regnbuens skjønneste nyanser

til grått mot svart



Østens peon


Uslepen diamant

Ikke ta fra henne ordene

Smittende kvitring

Hvilken rett har dere å si;

Vær stille- du syke slemme jente


At hennes strøm av visdomsord

Og latter med tårer i

Gir pusterom

I den uutoldelig smerten

Seg selv lar hun vente

-til hun får trøst for sin rotløse


ønsker en strykende varm hånd

over ferskenkinnet

et blikk som ser den lille jenta

bak den unge skjønne kvinne

den lille jenta som kom

fra et liv i armod

til velstand og varme

hungrer etter kjærlighet


men, den fikk dype skår

slik ble sorgen så mye strørre

sjelen så smadret

hjertet så overfyllt at det brast…

Ikke ta fra henne tårene-

la henne skrike – rase uten å si

hun er gal..

tårer forløser…

Ikke ta fra henne lyset

dere kvinner uten lys

Hun er uforskyldt i det;

vil alltid være den vakreste

innenfra, fra et dyp

samme hva

en gave og forbannelse

Ikke ta ra henne vingene

-men lær henne å fly varsommere

forsvinner flagringen

da forsvinner hun

Jeg vet dere er skrekkslagne


-over det dere ei kan fatte


så;dere binder henne

i en pragmatisk verden

Men ser dere

der er en skjønn gudommelighet

for god for denne verden

som ble en sykdom

Jeg vet;

ser deres kamp mot det gode

-jeg kjente en lik henne engang

kom ei fra østens sol

men fra grønne vakre enger i nord

som bedro-hun kunne ikke puste

det samme lyset

den samme kampen

en engel kom tilslutt og strøk henne

og fargene fikk bli..

Ikke ta fra henne fargene

That was from my Heidi, translate it you whom do not read Norwegian, like I said, she knows me so much more than any other person and we see our souls and the kindness, love and all that we want to give.

Thank you, I love you!


Any Bryde

Comments, Heads Ups and My Readers

I get so many comments, its unbelievable and I cannot understand that its my words. This makes me feel humble and at least have one thing that is only mine. Because the way we place our words will never be the same and I definitely don’t want to seem like anything, just don’t .. I’m actually kind of speechless because a lot of the comments are just a bunch of pink and fluffy clouds. When I sit here with them now. When I found them, I have a little doubt they’re meant for me? Everything seems so unreal and everything is going so fast now, there’s no breaks no nothing. And then I sit here thinking about, you, my lovely readers who have grown and will keep on going. Then again do I holding on on my dream tighter and tighter as I can see and almost touch. Here one that really touches down in the core:ComPliment

This gives me the push to go out there, throw myself after my dream instead of waiting on my turn. What if I’m in the foreverline because I done something bad, not very likely, but then again and I don’t think reality and dreams are a  mixture now. I slept away a day, doctors appointment and all, guessing it got something to do with Course at Modum. Its going to be different from how I spend my time. But its me, and since its all about to hit the fantastico of fulfilled and over the top with everything. It was finally karma catching up at last… SO I’m doing this for real, for the first time as long as I have been alive, have I never ask for a favour or a tip towards if there are places, ink on paper meant by my hands. Do someone out here know anyone who can help with, Its import to share and open up the world?? And I did also just now experiencing my piece missing, but it came back ..


Like I have said, this is just me, my days and never forget the people inside, animals and the vibration of the earth! But at last I have found my book in norwegian, for someone, I don’t even remember what I was writing abou. But it came, But I haven’t done it yet, I know what to write in my book. I don’t know if it’s smart to say something at all, but hey you are my crowd, my audience that listen or read to all this is my life how it should be having projects and getting my fingers in the game. 

I’m so sorry for you who I haven’t answered personally, but suddenly it was 2-400! And to me this is much.. I’m just trying to see how it is and just for fun i googled my new title, Crazy Might Be Me, I was on the top here. I was hidden in the open, but I got myself dusted off now.

Thank to you, you amazingly and wonderful souls!


Any Bryde

The One That Got Tooo Long

I just have to say hello to you all out there! You’ve sent hundreds of comments. I’m going through them, just a little behind 🙂  I’m overwhelmed and beyond humbled over your compliments, thank you! I’ve always been feeling like time is right and now is for jumping all around, and suddenly I forget (it’s more now) what we’re up next.. I feel the shift and it’s pretty constant. But hey, I’m just going with the flow, following the wind and we all shall see. Life’s one time, so dream big, go for it and be Happy! 

oslo by night

 And I’m sorry for not having answered all the comments, but there are so many comments – not in a bad way! Believe you me that these are the kindest of words very different ones beyond the biggest compliments  from what I walk around with inside my brain 24/7. 

So I’m still going to read everything you send, but if it’s a repeating on there’s a search on my site 🙂  So now, it’s time to let on a few guest authors/bloggers, any one, if you want to have an “article” as you all called them mail it to me annickenlb@me.com but I have a fee criterias: 

  1. it must be a true story form your life and you have to of course be in it
  2. Since I also lived or living through it right now as I write
  3. Be honest and speak from the heart, don’t think, close your eye and feel I’m 
  4. If you struggle with your choice, choose the one that’s closest or the story in your hear
  5. The story has to be for all eyes and ears 🙂

I give you all my soul in writing and fun fact, yes I got all the diagnoses also a few more personality disorders 🙂 so my information I guess is always and was always here. Because I’m living inside my own head, in this time when everybody is social and talking.  


 Half the time I think it’s a story about me and what I’m doing in the “moment”. But they put the story in the past, one plus one is two pretty fas there. So comes the questions, did they do all this plan everything because they want you to freak out.. I know that the conclusion and how I could see and hear all this is, watch out, slippery slope!  

three nen

 when they drugged me and I didn’t knew, but the always say and said what I was doing, what song to put on to make me not bad in my face, but happy, smiling. She’s smiling again was often mentioned and I think she’s ok now. And then it of course returns. Then the old man comes in and I’m just sitting not moving, talked. But I think a lot of it is by choice because to be honest: 
I really don’t know where to turn, so writing has and is my soul in nature. You see when the mind works faster than the hands or the hands out touches the brain. I and I can per ce if I want follow my dream. It’s looking promising this start of 2015, happy wise more last year. But that’s a long one and this was going to be a short one.  

blowup face

 And I feel I have to say a couple of things about me, the one who writes every word you read, lived the stories. And on top of that small little mountain pile of towels I’m a woman not a man and I run this site alone 🙂 and I love you all for the compliments and kind words, too much!  


 I wish we could a spend more time trying to turn the brains functions on… 


Any Bryde💋