A collection of articles, artwork and information by Merseysiders on recovery in mental health
Would you recognise your childhood face
Hidden in a crowd?
At the start of life’s wild race
Before no holds were barred
Were you taught to be kind and good?
Those years long ago
But found it hard to do as you should?
As life’s demands did grow
Oh, that’s just life – we may start well
But only saints succeed
To walk a blameless path through life
Unspoilt by unworthy deed
So be kind to yourself – do not sigh
And anyway, it’s never too late to try!
He told me how, in the past
Life proceeded without any pain
Confidence came easily and decisions came fast
And only small worries remained
He asked what had changed to make life now so grim?
Was it him or was it life?
Something outside or something within
To cause his anxious strife?
If it comes from outside like a malignant voodoo
How to beat so powerful a force?
But if comes from outside then surely others too
Would feel it equally of course?
But they don’t, so it must come from inside himself
Good. He can deal with that, with some help