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)
I hold a needle between thumb and forefinger, stare through the tiny eye and find infinity. A multi-verse of vast improbability- a soap bubble attached to a second soap bubble floating upwards into a clear blue sky- the light illuminate- electro-magnetic eye enabler hiding trillions of glittering stars, countless, fathomless balls of burning fusion power,…… Continue reading Minds eye (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..
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
I’m currently working on a book. When it is finished and I have found somebody astute enough to publish it, I think you should all go out and buy it. It will change your life for the better and widen your perspective on a subject which is currently extremely relevant- mental illness. Ok, enough of…… Continue reading Shameless self-promotion..
My brain in alive. It ticks and clicks clamours and shifts- trillions of patterns, pathways, responses, counter responses, analysis, dismissal, assimilation- I stare at a wall, and feel the hard weight of infinity looming. Where am I? Is my brain me? Me often feels secondary, Me seems like a construct, a dream, a chased reality.…… Continue reading My brain is alive (poem)
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?
Mad new world 