We walk into a situation. Any situation. A room at a party; an adjacent seat at a dinner table; a group training exercise. I turn to you and say, “Hello, I have mental illness.” How would you respond? If I were as open with this fact as you might be if you had had a particularly bad…… Continue reading “Hello, I have a mental illness..” (1)
As above, so below. The skies are blue, black, pink and grey- the mind is multifariously multicoloured. The unconscious- it’s like an ever changing, ever shifting maze; an aspect of the mind, a vast basement to the head. Your chain of thought threads you through it like a piece of cotton through the eye of…… Continue reading The vast maze of the unconscious mind..
After the voices fade away, and the related mental mayhem subsides and dark clouds scatter to reveal the blue sky once more- I can finally hear myself think. It feels like summer. Like the storm has subsided, the air pressure has dropped and the pounding rains have ceased. Now there is only big calm, now…… Continue reading Big Calm
Matilda moved into Fitzmary 2 long after I did; I think I had been there for six months when she came onto the ward. I was never close to her. She was my age, and so we might have perhaps become friends in another situation, or in another environment; but for the few months we…… Continue reading Matilda- the girl who made me realise the unintended impact we have on the people around us, and the awful power of assumption
There was another girl I remember from Fitzmary 2 ward, her name was Eleanor and she was a child of mother earth, connected to the cosmic force like a magnet to a fridge. She was about my age, which at that time was around 25, and I vividly remember the first time I met her.…… Continue reading Eleanor- the girl who sat with trees
There was another woman I remember from Fitzmary 2 ward- her name was Ruth and she was as silent and mysterious as a gliding ghost. She didn’t smoke, and didn’t seem to do very much out and about the ward or the hospital grounds. Nina and I would go out to classes and spend afternoons…… Continue reading Ruth- the woman who glided as softly as a ghost
Tracy was another inhabitant of Fitzmary 2, the ward I lived on for a year with Christine and various other apparently mad individuals. She was a forked and angular woman, and would only ever wear black. Her whole wardrobe consisted of black dresses and heels, black skirts, vest tops and shawls which she would drape…… Continue reading Tracy- the woman with the crooked black shoes