ABOUT


Because Sometimes, named after the poem by the same name, was created by artist, Deborah Joan Jones. Sick and tired of seeing death in the news, mass killings, and the suicides of the world's most loved idols, and with an estimated 63,000 suicides related to antidepressants, she went on a mission to spread the word that mental health does not have to be a life sentence, or death sentence. She spends her time between taking care of her family and creating her art, and introducing and putting together artists and the many organizations who share the same goal. She is engaged in raising money to support these amazing charities and in spreading the word that real help exists and is out there for all.

A message from Deborah Joan Jones.

I'm an artist, musician and writer, who lives between creating the many worlds I love to write about, and this one. I know about our world, about life. I've experienced stuff. Just like you. I've watched talented people succeed and live happy lives. And I've seen some fall apart, even die because they didn't know how to handle obstacles that got in their path. They didn't know what to do, and ultimately, it killed them. I know you've seen it too. I have experienced criticism, attacks and stress, for myself and I've seen hatred and cruelty coldly launched at others. I've seen how it affects the people it hurts. I started writing songs and poetry about it. People responded positively to my work and I realized it had the potential to help. So, I created Because Sometimes, a mental health community. It is my contribution to the beautiful people of the world, fellow artists, good people everywhere, friends near and far and friends we've yet to meet. It's for those the world has lost due to mental health issues, like beautiful Vincent Van Gogh and Marilyn Monroe. And for those we've watched succumb, Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, Robin Williams, Avicii. Damn. The list of tragic deaths, is just too long. We cared about them. I care about you. Most people care about one another and want to help each other. Here, good people come together to offer and share real solutions to the usual problems of life. Because labels, depression, overdose, gun violence and suicide are not acceptable to any of us anymore. We are all sick of unnecessarily losing our brightest stars, those we love. Here, we support and defend from attack, the artists we look up to. They too, can end up on strong medications that blunt their creativity and ruin their lives. Here, we take a look at workable ideas to help all of us, with real solutions from the people they've helped, to address the problems you're facing affecting your life and general well-being. We connect with other amazing mental health groups and communities, celebrities and and non-profit organizations across the world who are also helping others with effective solutions, supporting each other. Some of us avoid the real world. Some lock themselves away, or numb themselves, missing out on the real joy and happiness that can be made, unable to create or thrive. You don't have to do that if you don't want to. Here, you will find support and help, in the many, many ways you will learn about. You can decide to have the successful future you deserve. You can be happy. You can stand tall in warm sunshine. You can can start your own business, or new project. You can dream, be happy and feel alive. The world is not a cold, dark place. It is a place of opportunity, of fast paced games and noble pursuits, for the good. You deserve to be surrounded by good people. Join us over at the Because Sometimes Facebook group, where you will connect with others who understand what you're going through, and get help for yourself, or someone you care about. Real help. Real love. Because sometimes we all need that.

~ Deborah Joan Jones

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Because Sometimes


Because sometimes
Nowhere
Is your only somewhere

Because sometimes
Nowhere and unknown
Is home

Because sometimes
The unknown
Is best known

Because sometimes
The only thing that’s known
Is the unknown

Because sometimes
Lost
Is your only home

Because sometimes
Alone
Is too crowded

Because sometimes
Silence
Always

Because sometimes
Voices in your head
Aren’t yours

Because sometimes
The help you need
Isn’t a pill

Because sometimes
The bitter pill
Makes you worse

Because sometimes
Drugs aren’t a cure
They’re the disease

Because sometimes
An enemy
Has the face of a friend

Because sometimes
Nothing
Is your everything

Because sometimes
There is no comfort
Only pain

Because sometimes
The diagnosis
Is a generic label

Because sometimes
The prescription
Is the new counterfeit cash

Because sometimes
Truth is lies
And false made real

Because sometimes
The trick known too well
Is to make you seem ill

Because sometimes
The disease
Is in the eye of the beholder

Because sometimes
Their answer to your being different
Is to make you all look the same

Because sometimes
Your genius
Will be deemed insane


Because sometimes
Wickedly evil
Is disguised as good


Because sometimes
The men who have the answers
Lied

Because sometimes
The aid they give
Kills

Because sometimes
Those who shine too brightly
Must be dimmed

Because sometimes
Those who speak up
Must be silenced

Because sometimes
There was never anything wrong
In the first place

Because sometimes
The cure
Kills

Because sometimes
The hero
Is the secret villain

Because sometimes
You thought you were right
But they showed you you were wrong

Because sometimes
You had a beautiful idea
That they thought ridiculous

Because sometimes
The problem is not in your mind
But someone else’s

Because sometimes
You shine too brightly
For the dark ones


Because sometimes
Doctors make you sick
Not well

Because sometimes
They’ll say there’s no cure
For what you never had

Because sometimes
Mysteries are illuminated
By darker falsehoods

Because sometimes
A desire to heal
Is overwhelmed by the desire to money

Because sometimes
Overpopulation is screamed
And the cull disguised as aid

Because sometimes
Shouts of results
Are screams of fear

Because sometimes
The human soul
Seems terrifying

Because sometimes
Human strength
Is miraculous

Because sometimes
Human life is not respected
And evil reigns

Because sometimes
What you were told
Was a tangle of deceit


Because sometimes
The confusion
Is not within reach


Because sometimes
You need the hand of help
You didn’t know was there

Because sometimes
If your desire to make it is strong
You’ll find the strength

Because sometimes
When something has been too well hidden
The truth is easily found

Because sometimes
If the treatment does not work
It is not a cure

Because sometimes
You are just a name
Of another nobody

Because sometimes
You look at what is wrong
Instead of all that’s right

Because sometimes
The answers to your pain
Are more simple than you could ever believe

Because sometimes
They try to cure agony of the soul
By treating the body

Because sometimes
It’s baffling to some
Yet simple to others

Because sometimes
You need to find
The ones who know the answers

Because sometimes
Pain is too much to bear
And then you find real help


Because sometimes
We’re told this is the best we’ll ever feel
Then we find there is so much more

Because sometimes
We believe being human means pain
But joy beyond dreams rewards the curious

Because sometimes
Everything hurts
And anything helps

Because sometimes
It’s all too much
And you just don’t want to come back

Because sometimes
You know that you know yourself
Better than anyone else could

Because sometimes
The joy is real
And you made it yourself

Mental Health
We all have it, or not
The potential for greatness lies in you

Because sometimes
A good friend and nonjudgmental ear
Is better than any prescription


Because sometimes 
A little help with the housework

And a soothing tone for her crying babe
Is the gift of gold to a new mother


Because sometimes
No one knows what’s wrong with you

But you


Because sometimes

You know how to fix yourself

But lack the confidence to do it


Because sometimes
We’ve been too thoroughly convinced
That we are not the authors of our own destiny


Because sometimes
It was never a mental health problem anyway
It was junk food problem


Because sometimes
Drugs increase the problem
And forgiveness is the cure

Because sometimes
You were convinced you weren’t good enough
But they lied

Because sometimes
You shine too brightly for some
And must be dimmed

Because sometimes
You’re too awake for some
And must be dumbed

Because sometimes
They spray sickening, poison chemicals
And you thought it was all in your head

Because sometimes
The pen is deadlier
Than the illness

Because sometimes
Antidepressants
Are always, always wrong

Because sometimes
I’d rather feel some fear and sadness
Than feel the numbness of nothing at all


Because sometimes
A world famous genius kills himself
And we fail to demand answers


Because sometimes
We were all tricked into thinking
There was nothing we could do


Because sometimes
The world gets sick of the lies and evil
And demands change


Because sometimes
The strong unite to defend and protect
And evil is crushed, and everyone wins

Because sometimes
The world is bright again
And we stand tall together, free.

 

© 2020 Deborah Joan Jones

 

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Our thanks to all of the individuals, groups and organizations, all over the world who have contributed or are featured here, who are working toward the betterment of, and effective results in the field of mental health and healing, and are committed to helping others.
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