poetry. mental health. recovery.
There is something hugely cathartic about writing – about sitting with my thoughts, my computer or iPad, and composing something to share. I view this space here as “the void.” The space between reality and make believe. I can explore thoughts and feelings; concepts of life and morality, without guilt. My motivation here isn’t about Continue Reading
I’m sat atop a cliff edge. My mental health is the cliff. It’s no secret that I have suffered under the hands of mental illness for the majority of my life. Generalised Anxiety Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Depression, and Emotionally unstable personality disorder. I often think there must be something sinister wrong with me because Continue Reading