I fell into seawater. Descended too far, the pressure was almost too much for my ears. But something pulled me up- some warm surge of power a current racing towards the light through so much dark debris and out into clearer aqua blues and greens. I emerged with sea weed in my hair, bloody from…… Continue reading Ascent (poem)
I got myself into a bind; now I’m forced to play a waiting game. Hating games hating waiting; not a very fun game because I made up the rules and I’m much too serious for it to ever be fun. I do not mind though. My reward is a hot chocolate or a decaf coffee…… Continue reading No game
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
In learning how deeply entrenched and rigid my own ideas of support work and Social Work were, I came to accept that there are other ways of approaching these roles, and other ways to approach the task of helping a client reach independence and higher levels of resilience. I also came to accept that when…… Continue reading Nine months as a Support Worker, and a fairly steep learning curve (part 4)
Today is the last day of my first ever contract of employment. At my age, you might be wondering- wow, you were lucky enough to find a stable, secure position which you actually enjoyed enough to stay in for what, ten years?! Well the answer to that is no- I’m 33, this has been my…… Continue reading Sunny contemplations, from the office
I haven’t been on WordPress for a while- life has sped up and filled in to such a point that I haven’t even thought about trying to put a blog post together for months. In two weeks time my work contract comes to an end, and so I’ve been filling in application forms and trying…… Continue reading Distractions from WordPress, and writing for pleasure
God- you see Through my eye, How did you get in? I do not remember opening Any door. And yet here you are; My potential My downfall My power My terror. Can there be any escape from Such vast implication? Can such a small word contain Such might? If God had a face, What would…… Continue reading God
There was another girl I remember from Fitzmary 2 ward, her name was Eleanor and she was a child of mother earth, connected to the cosmic force like a magnet to a fridge. She was about my age, which at that time was around 25, and I vividly remember the first time I met her.…… Continue reading Eleanor- the girl who sat with trees
(Continued from part 2..) It’s like there is a web of fears, doubts and terrors shrouding your positive mind, and once something tips your train of thought over onto the lines of that “web,” it gets stuck and can’t find it’s way back onto a rational, positive level; it can’t find its way back…… Continue reading Why, the phrase”I hear voices” is woefully inadequate in summing up the horrendous nature of mental illness (3)
(Continued from a previous article..) Moreover, if you entertain any of these thoughts for too long, the obvious yet perilous extension is to start wondering where the strength of these experiences come from- and that is when you start to stray into really dangerous territory. Because the intensity of the experiences literally wipes reason away…… Continue reading Why, the phrase”I hear voices” is woefully inadequate in summing up the horrendous nature of mental illness (2)
Mad new world 