On Mental Health

The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (3)

  (Continued from section 2..) It is obviously formulaic to say that Mental illness defies reason, and initially it defies it on every conceivable level and non-conceivable level. You lose the rational part of your mind, and instead delusion and fantasy, paranoia and belief rush in. I am aware that the last 12 years have…… Continue reading The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (3)

Poetry

Hope

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

On Mental Health

The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (2)

(Continued from part 1) I’ve come to realise that the specific underlying factor causing the tic and all it’s related mental illness infused mayhem is the closeness of Ru and mine’s relationship, the intimacy. I sometimes wonder if being close to someone kind of brings all the madness out. Everything I’d managed to pack up inside of myself, and…… Continue reading The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (2)

On Mental Health

The mine-field which is mental illness and relationships (part 1)

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)

Misc

Turning 32, and trying to catch the seconds as they tick past.. (Part 2)

(Continued.. because this post got really long!) I had to force myself then to remain optimistic about the future; I had to literally tell myself that life would get better, that I w0uld recover, I would move forward, and that there would be more in my future than night after night of Hawaiian stuff crust…… Continue reading Turning 32, and trying to catch the seconds as they tick past.. (Part 2)