Poetry

"My name is Dr. Rita Főfai, I am a literary historian from Hungary, living in London. I experienced depression in the past and suffered...

I can’t believe I took so many Pills for mental strife, The doctors pushed them onto me Throughout my adult life. And never did one of those pills Make...

Croissant customers with busy faces and skinny latte voices, pourin over choices.. all the noise is darling and delightful – a welcome distraction from the frightful girl who’s sat, on the wrong side of that chair, pursed lips n’ a long downward glare.

I want you to see me...work well with me, and open that can of worms. Not to watch you squirm but to help me see. That I am not rotten. That my ‘mental illness’ and my addictions. Are just a symptoms of trauma not forgotten.