I'm not so sure that if the fire alarm in my block of flats had gone off at 11am this morning, I'd have ever got up. Even when the alarm bells rung (it was bloody loud and annoying, and not good for a PTSD sufferer negatively influenced by loud noises on the daily), it took… Continue reading The self care game (an ode to poor mental health)
The barrel looked stable, but really, it was empty. A hollow void lies beneath the strong walls. Can they really protect you? The barrel rolled around- no balance. Where's the stability? The rounded edges, so smooth looking, but splintered, cannot hold you up. But the barrel shrunk until you we're looking down it, into it.… Continue reading The Barrel- A poem for the end of February.