Tag: #mystorydoesntendhere

REMEMBERING THE ROUTE TOWARDS THE ‘UP’

SNIPPETS OF THOUGHT ‘This too shall pass’ -Retrieved from my first blog, where I originally wrote and published this- March 30th 2017-  DANCINGWITHENVELOPES  Over this last week, it became increasingly apparent that I was moving forwards from Depression. I suddenly had feelings again, I wasn’t under a bell jar, my surroundings were inviting me to … Continue reading REMEMBERING THE ROUTE TOWARDS THE ‘UP’ →

Step it up a notch

Trigger Warning- References to suicide and self harm, this is a poem I wrong months and months ago before today, when I found it in saved drafts, I decided to publish it, due to the poignance and the power of the ; and it’s meaning, and significance, worth and hope…

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… →

I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my ‘self’…

Am I ‘allowed’ to post about NOT being ALRIGHT?💙‘It’s okay not to be okay’💚 I wonder why I felt as though this even had to be considered a question… self doubt’s reliable ‘on’ switch, quickly reminded me, as the champion over thinker I am, YES- clearly, self doubt might be pulling too many of my … Continue reading I found myself issuing unnerving questioning to my ‘self’… →

Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates

New updates and original Artwork! Enjoy! https://mindinmotion.home.blog/2024/07/13/sketch-your-emotions-free/?page_id=3969 Poetry Yet poetry can forge lyrics from mere words, and be sources of support, for when people- myself included- need that extra art of words and reframing of the fight- to help them through darkness coated mental health journeys, where relentless depression and delusions, dissociation and trauma can … Continue reading Explore Original Artwork, poetry, and Latest Updates →

The birthday I never thought I’d live to see

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http://www.facebook.com/share/1YdfoAejCw/ (Please use the link above to access more to my story and this whole story, and the fundraiser page itself!) Remarkably, I experienced my 35th birthday yesterday (16th June). Whilst many of us, including myself, face the natural shock and aversion to advancing digits of age, feeling ‘old’ and fretting naturally, for the cosmetic … Continue reading The birthday I never thought I’d live to see →

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 →

How could I ever hold back the absolute magnitude of gratitude I have to Mind HEY- Your Crisis Pad has saved my life

Smiling is always possible again I know I’ve posted about this before, and rightly so. This time though I’m going to be more to the point, and the title has already basically said it all. All that’s left to add to it, is the highlight of the entire reason I’m still here to be writing … Continue reading How could I ever hold back the absolute magnitude of gratitude I have to Mind HEY- Your Crisis Pad has saved my life →

Hull and East Yorkshire Mind- I repeat the gratitude for your Crisis Pad’s support, and thanks to you, I’m still here to be able to do so

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Absolutely no chance do I ‘trust my instincts’!

Do you trust your instincts? Would YOU trust this person’s instincts!? Exactly as I thought- NOT A CHANCE 🤣 Seriously though, no I do not trust my instincts! I maybe once thought I could, and subsequently made the error of trusting them in years gone by… But if only you could see the train wreck … Continue reading Absolutely no chance do I ‘trust my instincts’! →

A Place To Fly…

A poem written by myself 19/10/2024 A place To Fly I have pictures, like paper trials, of a mind, absconded Words can be my muse, but they can deceive and confuse In sketches, the wrought iron gate, whereby the words keep watch, under key, late… A head filled with secret salubrity, ideas, overgrown trenches, sodden … Continue reading A Place To Fly… →

Hard work… Not a headline many people will warm to!

In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled? *First of all- Credit for the featured image set for this post goes to the wonderfully talented Artist Ella Dorson, who created the portrait of myself and my dog, blended spoken words exchanged between us beautifully, and used her Artwork of me alongside and part … Continue reading Hard work… Not a headline many people will warm to! →

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. →

Bipolar ‘tomorrows’

Hypermanic polar opposites, Bipolar Disorder stirring and bubbling in a broth combined with C-PTSD and a sprinkle of ADHD… Yeah so apparently, that’s me🫨😵‍💫🫣 Not that my coffee table resembles any such a diagnosis at all! 😂🫣🎵 FYI- It took me fucking HOURS to concentrate enough to write this, so do me a favour and … Continue reading Bipolar ‘tomorrows’ →

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’ →