The focus of this article is an issue I’ve been struggling with for some time, which just resurfaced in my thinking in the form of symptoms. The subject and problem just sort of fell into my mind, piggy-backing on the “voices” which, as is often the case, felt half profound and half completely random. I’ve…… Continue reading Personal faith, and how to reconcile it with a mental health diagnosis
Life is strange. Does anyone else agree with me on this? That life can be mind-bendingly, jaw-achingly strange at times. I consider myself, to most intents and purposes, sane- and yet there are days when things happen which leave me baffled and somewhat in awe of this crazy occurrence called Life. I’m not sure if…… Continue reading Personal filters for reality (1)
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
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
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
My laughter bites and my smile snares; I can enclose an entire room with the sweep of my gaze and men have been known to run away howling. I am a witch and my bones are connected to the cold rock and trailing ivy. I walk hunched like a crooked woman, crouched like a…… Continue reading Witch
Love- a vast calm ocean, a still, empty space in my mind now, where previously there was only the chaos and roar of spiralling mad dissatisfaction. This new silence hums golden and positively thrumbs with untold possibility and a deep resonating potential; higher frequency and higher notes, hold me way up above the noisy blare from…… Continue reading Love
I met two women on a ward. They were sitting together in a packed hospital canteen on a sunny afternoon some time in April. They were so entirely and inconceivably opposite it was disarming. One resembled a startled bird. She was scrawny and fragile and twitched as she continuously glanced about her, her eyes darting about…… Continue reading I met two women on a ward.