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
Hope- like a white feather circling in a tempestuous hurricane, caught and thrown, eddied and thrust through the violence of the raging storm, fragile as a baby sparrow in those vicious gales, delicate, but retaining it’s own fundamental quality- retaining its own colour and soft eternal presence. Despite the strength of the forces which carry and…… Continue reading Hope
One of the main things I am learning as I progress with my recovery, is to have faith in my own ability to ride the natural highs and lows inherent in a single day. Today has been a case in point. I’d had a few glasses of wine last night, and so was fairly fuzzy this morning. Ru…… Continue reading Riding the highs and lows inherent in a single day.
I started back working on my “Recovery from Mental Illness” book over the weekend, and whilst reading back through a chapter I had written about 15 months ago on how to navigate close relationships I couldn’t help but laugh at my own single-minded and optimistic clarity of belief. Don’t get me wrong- everything I’ve written…… Continue reading The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (part 1)
I had a fairly mixed weekend. I went to visit my friend in hospital on Saturday, which was a fairly upsetting day. She is one of my closest friends, and on some levels the friend I am most close to; we met at the Royal Bethlam Hospital and have very similar diagnoses. She is the…… Continue reading Dedicated to a friend (3)
This weekend has been a bit of a tense one. Ru and I have been laying low at mine and trying to get some significant work done. He has decided to opt out of writing all together, and instead take a bit of a break and focus on map making; and I have been sitting…… Continue reading Pulling teeth, or in other words- Writing a book