Lift me up, I Can’t Walk any Longer – a Poetic Essay
"My name is Dr. Rita Főfai, I am a literary historian from Hungary, living in London. I experienced depression in the past and suffered...
Poisoned Pills – Edwin Charles
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...
Ward 11 by Hazel Amanda Jones
I have held the hands of broken souls whose lives disintegrated, I have stemmed the blood from self-inflicted wounds, paced miles with those on ‘constant obs’ – down endless corridors and countered suicidal arguments with gentlest persuasion.
Open the Can of Worms by Tracey Farrell
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.