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Friday, June 18, 2021

Book Tour & Giveaway ~ I Hear the Black Raven - A Petite Memoir by Claire Ishi Ayetoro

 


A Petite Memoir

Date Published: 06-04-2021

Publisher: Equal Age

 

At 31 years of age, Claire Ishi Ayetoro has lived enough lives to fill an ensemble cast. In this, her first memoir, no topic is off-limits as she paints portrait after portrait of her triumphs and her battles with bipolar disorder, religiosity, and that ever elusive cure-all: love. A vividly compassionate depiction of psychosis, Ayetoro weaves words of wisdom, encouragement, and inspiration into every layer of her storytelling. Journey with her through the mountains and valleys of manic depression, guided by that singular spirit of flight: the black raven. You never know, it may even be calling to you.

 


 Excerpt:

Snippet #1

Mania

There is usually a ramp up from hypomania into mania. In mania, the brain is on fire. I can imagine if I were to see a live brain scan of myself when in a manic state, every region would be lit up, the lack of sleep and lack of food forcing the brain into a survival mode. One of the classic symptoms is rapid speech. Jumping from topic to topic as one engages in conversation with another, as though receiving a constant stream of insight and inspiration. Senses are heightened. One may experience a more pronounced ability to smell, hear, and see. But it gets worse. One can be overtaken by intense paranoia, unable to trust anyone or anything. One loses their ability to reason, think and act rationally, and begins to run on autopilot as the subconscious mind takes over. One may also experience a sense of altered time, events pausing, splitting, skipping, or fast forwarding. There can be a sense that one is interacting with the spiritual realm, or feeling able to move through time and space between dimensions.

When in this state, I pose a serious risk to myself and others.

 

Snippet #2

At 9 pm that evening, still in my work attire, I grabbed my wallet, got into my Toyota Solara and headed down the interstate toward the refinery.

I drove out of the apartment complex and took a left. I lived less than a minute from the interstate. I approached the first exit, and suddenly, I lost control of myself and the vehicle. My brain failed to connect with my limbs, and I could not understand how to drive. I could not stop, and was quickly approaching a red light.

I rolled past the light and my exit, and I lightly ran into the next car in front of me. The driver of the car in front was a Caucasian lady. Upon my running into her, she exited her vehicle and slammed the door; she was livid. She approached my door, and unleashed a stream of profanity and threats in my direction.

I was unable to fully react. I was unable to speak, as the disconnect was still occurring in my brain. I proceeded to make awkward facial and hand gestures to get her to understand my sympathy with her for what happened, but I was not effective in getting my intended message across. She stated

adamantly that she would call the cops, and returned to her car.

I sat, not knowing what to do in this situation. After a few moments, I regained some control over my body. I opened the door and got out of my vehicle. I walked up to her car and did something even I did not expect: I proceeded to undo my pants, and I dropped them, standing at her window. I then shrugged my shoulders in a gesture as if to say, “Yeah, I have no clue why that just happened.”

At this gesture, her attitude did a 180. She appeared stricken with shame, and possibly fear. She seemed unsure, apologized, and drove away.

With this strange maneuver, I successfully avoided the cops. I returned to my vehicle, baffled, but not deterred. I was still bent on getting to work to meet with Victor.

 

Snippet #3

I had come to the end of my days at university. I finally graduated and earned my bachelor’s degree in engineering. Such a weight had been lifted. I had already arranged my job situation, so I did not worry about being out of work for too long. I was free to just “do me” for a couple months. This was cause to rejoice and celebrate! (All I wished to do was sleep)

In the last half of my senior year, I started attending a bible study where I met new friends. A group of them planned to take a trip to Kansas City for a prayer conference, and they invited me to join them. I was initially reluctant. I was worn out from lab reports, senior projects, and final exams. I just wanted to relax. Was that too much to ask? I vacillated. If I stayed at home, I could catch up on the sleep I desired and consume large amounts of entertainment. If I went, it would be my first family-free road trip. I weighed my options and "counted the cost," so to speak. Within the week before the conference, I decided that I could not and should not pass up the opportunity to bond with my friends before we went our separate ways.

Without doing any research on the conference, I registered for it and hoped for the best.

We gathered together on the morning of December 27, 2013 and piled into the designated travel vehicles. Our caravan left from a Walmart parking lot in Starkville, Mississippi to embark on our road-trip to Kansas City. I was 24 and in my prime, ready to take on the world. After the conference, I wished that I could click my heels and escape the woe that trip to Kansas brought into my life.

About the Author

Claire is an African-American author and a creative at heart. Born in the southern hills of Mississippi, she graduated with a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering and has been re-designing and re-defining her world to live her best life ever since. She is an advocate for human rights and helps others to find freedom of mind through her coaching. When she is not writing, she can be found catering to Rupert (the family cat), daydreaming about warm spring days and cool fall nights, and whistling (a favorite pastime taught to her by her beloved "Papa Ray").

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