Salvaging the sails

This post was originally published on my earlier blog- dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- On January 19th 2019 Writing this post has taken me a great deal of courage. However, as does every day require courage, every hour that I continue to walk this path, towards recovery. Thus, if ‘practice makes perfect’, I have reasoned with myself, that it … Continue reading Salvaging the sails →

Making sense

I feel the terror of acknowledgment My whole mind and body, thoughts and beliefs Have been fabricated by cruel trauma’s pretence I’ve been living my whole life in the narrative of the past tense See that colour, glimpse that number? Awaken thy devil’s idle slumber I remember staring, into that stud of a groove, Piercing … Continue reading Making sense →

Faltering, unpleasant and off key improv- symbolic and telling of the impact radio silence and isolation with zero voice or support from mental health or other services, hear how dreadful I try to express. Now my mind is decaying.

It’s supposed to be erratic dark imperfect and a touch off key. Silent imperfection of inexpressible unheard sadness grief desolation and exile. It’s not meant to be a pleasant sounding piece. It’s repetitive, grim, off key, imperfect and broken- the wavering harmony of a voice or melody chained off from help being heard or able … Continue reading Faltering, unpleasant and off key improv- symbolic and telling of the impact radio silence and isolation with zero voice or support from mental health or other services, hear how dreadful I try to express. Now my mind is decaying. →

I am good at…

What are you good at? Defiance! Does. This. Psychedelic. Long. haired. Hippy. bird. Look. Like. A. Single. Shred. Of. Compliance. Exists? You are correct, sir. Comply and be defied against my own defiance? No fookin’ chance! 😂😂😂 Defiance is an asset, never a flaw! Remember that, kids! ‘Ok.’ Follow me for ‘Insta grams’ 😉 ⬇️ … Continue reading I am good at… →

This soul has seen enough. This time, I am saying my final goodbye.

The end of the road, a draft I have published too soon, about my mental health journey, and the consequences of abominable mental health failure in Hull, UK. Suicide- I’m not the only one.