I visited a therapist 3 months back,

with anxiety making churns in my stomach,

My reading for national poetry day event held at UCLan. The theme was truth so I…

A Short Poem on Plastic Bags, Possibly the Guilt we Carry With.

Baggage

Superficial

A poem I wrote about the superficial society in which we live, I am trying still to come to grips with the world around me. Supposedly being ‘mentally ill’, I must conform to the superficial illness I see around me in order to be healthy and happy; this is not the case live to the beat of your own drum.

i say things,

i write about things,

difficult,

Late stage Capitalism

On a rainy day walking through my city a thought occurred to me over hearing the sound of siren permeating through the…

My Home (?)

I had a warm place to call my own, my home. With bricks of comfort and walls of happiness…

Valhalla 24/10/19 13:49

Whilst wondering the hills of Southstacks in Anglesea, Wales I began to contemplate suicide. Not in the morbid sense of wanting to take my…

I Wish Mental Illness was a Trend

I live with anxiety and depression. Cool right? The way I’m so aloof and how I look at the floor with an oh so cool melancholy. It’s all so glamorous isn’t it?

The truth is I wish mental illness was a trend. I wish it was just something I could…

It needs to be said

It needs to be said

Every day more men, women and children are dead.

And I’m not talking about sickness, famine, casualty or collateral of war