You must never feel ashamed of saying you are in therapy, It’s helpful, It’s interesting, You can be yourself, Even if you find it difficult to express yourself, You can open up and reveal your deepest darkest fears, However strange or silly they may appear to others, To you as a person they aren’t strangeContinue reading “Therapy”
Monthly Archives: September 2014
The Road to Recovery
The road to recovery can be slow, it can be tough, you may think to yourself “I’m never going to see any light at the end of the tunnel”, but let me tell you something there is light at the end of the tunnel. You’ve just got to believe in yourself and your ability toContinue reading “The Road to Recovery”
The Gifts of My Asperger’s
I think having Asperger’s Syndrome makes me a kind and decent human being, and as my mum says “you wouldn’t be you”. I can feel overwhelming empathy for people with hidden disabilities like myself, or even physical disabilities. One of the symptoms of Asperger’s is that sufferer’s have a particular interest, and can be obsessiveContinue reading “The Gifts of My Asperger’s”
Heath Park Lodge
Art led to poetry Stepping-stone back to college An odd circle of friends Dysfunctional, suicidal, cast aside Indictment of the system Of a life gone wrong They taught me friendship Self-worth to an underdog Failed in men’s eyes Caught off-guard by kindness Here, now, I became wise At the desert’s bare rib The least isContinue reading “Heath Park Lodge”
Relaxtion
Being creative helps to relieve my anxieties, I would honestly recommend being creative to occupy and take your mind off distressing thoughts. I like to write short stories, poems, knit, or colour in. I find when I’m in the moment of doing these things, I forget about my worries as I am totally absorbed inContinue reading “Relaxtion”
Chilli bottle
There is a chilli bottle inside my tummy, that is unleashed when I’m feeling anxious or worried about something, When it explodes, boy do I know I’m in trouble, Because the pain is awful, like hot stitches working their way to my side, I feel like I’m going to be sick, myContinue reading “Chilli bottle”
North Hill house
Leeds took me back I never gave up Honours graduate in Arts Lauded praise from the Dean Shook my hand Said I succeeded against all the odds A toast from fellow students at the Skyrack A parting gift to one who found his feet Proving all wrong Until unforeseen alien voices Burned night and dayContinue reading “North Hill house”
One person’s story
Depression was the last thing I expected. I was a happy person wasn’t I? Happily married? two lovely children I adored? Yet a huge sadness was welling up inside me – I couldn’t get away from it! When I finally got round to talking to someone about my feelings, it became clear- my marriage wasn’t happyContinue reading “One person’s story”
My recovery story
Rock bottom happened in 2004 during my first year at Manchester University when I was admitted to Clatterbridge Hospital suffering with what I later realised was psychosis. It was a horrible experience, one which I wouldn’t wish on anyone – it was all very confusing and frightening. A year and a half later whilst onContinue reading “My recovery story”
The Sanitorium
In the night A civilisation’s bare rib exposed In the night knowing fear Of a life gone wrong Days spent learning to love myself again Cranks and eccentrics on a ward Flotsam and jetsam knowing more young academic come unstuck Sat frozen by day by the lake In the park Reading Neanaponika Thera Kerouac, Roethke,Continue reading “The Sanitorium”
