I’ve just been talking to my friend N, who (for those of you who haven’t read other posts of mine) is a close friend who also suffers mental health issues. We met at the Royal Bethlem hospital and so she is the only other person in the world I can speak to openly and honestly…… Continue reading Labeling one’s own condition
This love’s a craving a desire deeper than the fishes- there is so much dark in me and though I myself can always see the light, the beacon, it may not flash so consistently for another locked into my orbit. I burn as brightly as the sun yet when I meet another hotter entity I…… Continue reading Phoenix Rising (poem)
The present moment, a mess of interpretation a puzzle strewn across my minds eye. Leaves scattered across an old picnic blanket left behind after the long summer day. The night winds blow cold now through the eaves and echoes of laughter and screams of delight idle away like wet foot prints across a…… Continue reading Movement (poem)
Pursuing my dreams often causes me a headache, and yet the idea of not pursuing the things I can imagine seems infinitely more painful. The proverbial rock and hard-place. I am stuck between the looming rock-face I wish to scale, and the hard place behind me which is a hard, flat desert of inactivity. I spend…… Continue reading The tiring nature of pursuing ones dreams
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.
Thirteen years ago I was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia and hospitalised. I was assigned a social worker and a community psychiatric nurse, who then worked with me for about five years. They were part of the Early Intervention in Psychosis unit, and shouldn’t have worked with me for longer than about a year, but because…… Continue reading Nine months as a Support Worker, and a fairly steep learning curve
Mad new world 