I recently joined a Socialist group. My reasoning being that the situation in the world is becoming so ridiculous that I needed to take action of some kind. Subsequently when I was walking through the centre of East Crydon and saw a group of people selling leaflets and papers under the banner of ‘Socialist Appeal,’…… Continue reading How dialectics has helped my mental health
Oh mad world- you want to chew me up and spit me out so badly and I am tempted, I cannot deny the heady scent of your hot saliva, dripping, steaming calls out to something in my blood, something salty red and present which only wants to be devoured. It’s just that- there’s another urge…… Continue reading Chew me up, spit me out
I’m presently locked into a violent and somewhat personal battle with the words which exist in my head. I’ve found most of the relevant ones already, now I’m struggling to rearrange them into an order which pleases me. This battle’s been going on for quite some time, and my associated war wounds are real and…… Continue reading #WritingCommunity
History has a way of barging its way into the present, imposing itself into the here and now so that space and time bend and concede to old emotion- flaring up from underneath, thrusting out from the depths and into the mind eye in a single moment erupting from the chest and mouth like hot…… Continue reading Hot Lava (poem)
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 had a bit of an emotional morning, after an emotional Thursday night and then a really strained day at work yesterday. I was OK, really, just wobbly and extremely tired. I have definitely been worse, and I’m sure other people are dealing with a lot more, and a lot worse. This week has been…… Continue reading A shout-out to all my wonderful friends- a soppy post as I consider how very lucky I am..
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
If your fantasies could become realised- if all you had to do was crawl back inside your minds eye, (why decide) Would you follow desire, would you let go of the status quo; would you follow a thought pattern far below and dare to remain there, dare to wait, dare to stare back straight into the…… Continue reading Why decide
White pill- you are my compromise. Not accepting you means delusion realised. You are my answer to the aches and screams, my solution to the ill at ease, I swallow you whole, yet you consume me, your chemical daze inebriates me, dull daze, dull gaze. While I am with you I can’t claim to be…… Continue reading White pill
Mad new world 