By Kris The next morning I was in an assessment centre. I was there for 6 hours. My tremors continued. A constant feeling of nausea. At least there was a supply of “CuppaSoup” “The Dr will see you now” I was led to a room. A nice Indian Dr asked Continue Reading
I’m Broken – Part 4
by Kris “Kris!! We’re Here to help!!!” The front door was being beaten. I stirred The police entered that flat. “We’re here to help you Kris!!” I was was whisked to A&E. I was assessed by countless doctors. Non were prepared for my panic attacks. My mind was melting on Continue Reading