Tag: #sadness

PUTTING BACK THE PIECES OF THAT JIGSAW

A republication from my earlier blog- Dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com- originally published August 2017 AUGUST 1, 2017 DANCINGWITHENVELOPES LEAVE A COMMENT Tuesday 1st August is today… I’m finally beginning to return to a mental state I truly couldn’t even remember, or imagine, feeling again, only a few days ago. With it, I am beginning to find I can manage to … Continue reading PUTTING BACK THE PIECES OF THAT JIGSAW →

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…

The Green Mist

Originally written and published on 6th April 2018, on my earlier blog- http://www.dancingwithenvelopes.wordpress.com Hidden, lie the unseen branches Vanished, now- unseen green bloom Deathly claws frosting, winter’s gloom Tender, stems sleep, beneath chill moon Fallow, the heart of a breathless Earth Yet still come the brave, to spear through Ice glazed armour You will see … Continue reading The Green Mist →

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. →

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. →