Garden for your thoughts…

This post was written by myself, and published first on my first ever blog- http://www.dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- on 10th August 2017. Introduction: Reflective insights into various journaled moments throughout different periods of lived experience, across the years, may be utilised via a type of spoken word time travel, to reveal truth and experience still very much valid … Continue reading Garden for your thoughts… →

When NHS Hospital becomes the jailer and the failure.

My case against Hull Royal Ward 100, is and has been so mentally exhausting, that I've been unable to find the head space, mental and physical resilience, that would be required of myself alone to come up with the best legal and comprehensive, crucially raised and exposed- not to harm the NHS as a National … Continue reading When NHS Hospital becomes the jailer and the failure. →

A shower of words to help those on a healing journey… which is all of us really…❤️

I hope you enjoyed reading these powerful quotes and messages, and that in all their diversity, you find one or two… or three! Which resonate with you strongly, wherever you are in your journey right now! ❤️

We do return, and we do recover

Narcotics Anonymous- Although I guess I’m sacrificing my own anonymity here amusingly… I’ll happily proclaim my own identity, with pride and nothing near shame. Never would I break the anonymity of anyone besides myself, that goes without saying! I’m sharing an update that I posted to a support group for fellow warriors of recovery from … Continue reading We do return, and we do recover →

The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they ‘fade’… My song which was not ‘my last’ after all.

One of the most heartbreaking songs I ever improvised, singing out what I genuinely believed to be my last goodbyes, feeling lost to the dark and dreadful lure of suicide, I found myself singing this song because I couldn’t say the words ‘help’ any louder than I already had been doing for years in my … Continue reading The Echoes- Sounds that in fact always reverberate, even if to human ears they ‘fade’… My song which was not ‘my last’ after all. →

Declaration against my defeat

No, ‘life’, you still haven’t stopped me. I might have been crushed, but I am a soul with the ‘chaos within to give rise to a dancing star‘ to quote Nietzsche, and my energy, compressed… apparently (I’ve noticed, after observing the survival of my intact soul, after countless afflictions, and attacks, have tried to dim … Continue reading Declaration against my defeat →

The sadness seen in the face of a recovering addict, post- ‘lapse’/‘relapse’

It may have only been ‘just one night’ where I found myself , having lost a colossal extent of self belief, motivation and hope, which ‘led me to using for the night’, but a ‘lapse’ is still technically a ‘relapse’, and it needs to be faced, head on, not hidden away from. To own your … Continue reading The sadness seen in the face of a recovering addict, post- ‘lapse’/‘relapse’ →

The Need for Systemic Reform in Mental Health

The mental health crisis extends beyond treatment accessibility and quality, intersecting with justice and correctional systems with punitive … The Need for Systemic Reform in Mental Health I had to re-blog this brilliant post, as it addresses the key issues facing the future and the challenges which impact the widely and fatally underrepresented, ignored and … Continue reading The Need for Systemic Reform in Mental Health →

Try me now…

Try me now… I’ve made some of the bravest decisions in my life, and broken chains which I never imagined I could even attempt to loosen. I’ve learned, and yes I’ve changed. But really, I hadn’t actually changed who I really was. I just changed my response to fear, and speaking out for myself. Then I found myself again. Changed, but miraculously, still the same person I was before.

When memories whisper consolation to you…

Where do I turn? When memories come back to you, like a guiding flashlight, rejoice in the guidance they can offer you, through remembering a distant time ago, before your sense of direction became scrambled by adversity. Back in 2018 I sat out at dusk, upon my mother’s patio, hidden within the trees, and those … Continue reading When memories whisper consolation to you… →

Time to live

Why I’m writing again, how I remembered that the ‘time to live’ (not merely exist or survive), was now. Finding freedom from adversity in life also helped me find my pen. Let’s get writing!

The 13 year long ‘party’

Oh fuck. One way to give a good review… I may have just realised, I believe… That it may well be the case that I am in this position and circumstance in life today, because of the fact that I never did in fact go to bed, after that rave, in Sheffield, whereupon I took … Continue reading The 13 year long ‘party’ →