If you love me, come to me, don’t stay far away. Tell me why you love me, give me a reason to stay. If you love me, show me, talk and laugh and smile…
Elusive Recovery: A Poem
I cannot see past this. The pain overwhelms me. Is recovery real? How long does it take? Is it even possible? How will I know what recovery looks like?
Crisis: The Kind and the Disillusioned
Midnight arrives and you hear a hammering at your door, as 2 people turn up unannounced and don’t listen to anything you say.
Holding on
You’re holding onto a cliff edge, calling for help. You hold on and on, but you’re getting weak. If rescue doesn’t come, you’ll eventually let go.
It’s A Bed Day
Today is a bed day: one of those days when I know I am safe if I sleep. It isn’t a lazy day, and it isn’t a fun PJ day. A day where I cannot function.