Moving On From A Haunted Past of Home and The Inner Caverns of Self Hatred

As a child I moved a lot. Sometimes once a year, sometimes within 6 months of settling we were moving again. We didn't stay in the same area either. We lived all over the south half of the country. When it came to going to high school my parents decided it was time to try … Continue reading Moving On From A Haunted Past of Home and The Inner Caverns of Self Hatred

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I Have a Big Mind, So I Can Keep Dreaming

I have a very big mind. I don't know if you can quantify the size of a mind seeing as it is abstract. What I mean when I say I have a big mind is that it wanders. I have high ambitions for myself, and sometimes believe in them. I think I'm going to become … Continue reading I Have a Big Mind, So I Can Keep Dreaming

Lion – Monica Scripture

I wrote this in hospital whilst I was on a 5(2). I didn't know if I was going to be sectioned again, but the sentiment remains the same. I am home now. Under HTT, but this is my poem about being in hospital and kept there against your will.

Think: Spoken Words 

   During my last admission I met a nineteen year old who inspired me. She was musical, into hip hop and rhyme in addition to poetry. We had a lot of fun writing a song together, and she left a mark on me. She rekindled my love for writing poetry and music (of the poetic … Continue reading Think: Spoken Words 

The Story of My MIND Fundraiser – and the importance of MIND in the UK.

The other day I took my body measurements. Once upon a time this was an almost daily ritual over which the loss of a quarter-inch would be rejoiced for a moment before becoming again, ‘not small enough’. To catch me tape measure in hand would have been an invasion into the depth’s of anorexia’s secrecy … Continue reading The Story of My MIND Fundraiser – and the importance of MIND in the UK.

Songs of My Journey: Early 2014, A Terrorising Depression

If I look over my diary from this time, it isn't pretty. I started a private diary on my computer because I was being followed in the cyber world. I was being stalked by none other that my dad. I had no space again. I couldn't breathe again. I became scared again. Walking around my … Continue reading Songs of My Journey: Early 2014, A Terrorising Depression