I’m going through quite a strange phase at the moment. I’ve written a couple of posts, in the last couple of months about how I”m no longer 100% comfortable stating that the difficulties I encounter day to day can be attributed to the schizophrenia, and I wonder if through this observation I’ve started a ball…… Continue reading A Strange Phase..
So the last few days have been strange. It’s gone over two months now I haven’t had a drink; I’ve cut out real cigarettes and am only smoking the e-cig, and have also cut out 90% of the refined sugar of my diet previously. This is a great achievement, and something I’d been trying to…… Continue reading Processing with the aid of leafy green vegetables.
About this time of year I always experience a deep sense of optimism and positivity about myself and my own potential. My awareness of the looming date – 1st January – always works to reassure me that all the things I want to achieve are, once again, achievable. This sensation and self belief always begins…… Continue reading New Years Resolutions
Sometimes when I look into the mirror I think I see something behind me, something trailing me and mimicking my movements, like a billowing shadow. There are times when my reflection seems to stare back at me- searching for answers in the lines of my face, meeting my eye semi-defiantly, and always waiting for the…… Continue reading The problems inherent in “leaving schizophrenia behind.” (Part 1)
I think the correct name for this venue is actually now The O2 Brixton, but I will forever call it Brixton Academy because that was what it was called when I used to go their regularly for gigs back in the early early noughties. It’s my favourite venue for live music. The Academy holds about…… Continue reading A bittersweet gig- Incubus at the Brixton Academy
Psychologists are my friends. When I am with them I don’t have to pretend, I don’t have to know or remember how to bend. Psychologists see me into simple, straight lines- and hold no grudge if I slow or fall behind. They do not judge me if I stutter, freeze, or move out of time,…… Continue reading Psychologists are my friends (poem)
I have just arrived at a new job, quite literally- I just walked through the door to the building five minutes ago. I’m sitting in the waiting room now, because I got here a bit early and my new manager is still on the phone. I’m fairly nervous, although reasonably, I know that there’s no…… Continue reading Starting a new role at work, managing nerves and other distractions.
Ru and I headed up to Canary Wharf on Thursday night, to attend an event which the Mental Health Charity MQ had put on for its ambassadors. It was a kind of meet and greet, where we could network and chat to one another about how we had interpreted the ambassadorial role and what work…… Continue reading Mental Health Charity MQ wants to focus on research, but what kinds of research?
Heroine- An image glimpsed in the mirror just before it shattered into a million pieces and the fragments cut my hands and arms, caused blood to seep. Heroine- The dream chased beneath a beaming sun with outstretched arms and breath which blew through the branches, whilst the air itself pulsed and smiled with promise. …… Continue reading Heroine
One of my dearest friends, who has been unwell for almost a year, is leaving hospital on the 24th of this month. We met, almost ten years ago at the Bethlam Royal Hospital in South London, and since then have been through all kinds of crazy together. We often say we’re one another’s life-line’s, because…… Continue reading Dedicated to a friend- light at the end of a long tunnel