Category Archives: mental illness

Coming Home

I spent time, earlier this week, in the Therapeutic Community, reflecting on what it means to be home. I wrote. I wrote because writing feels safe and familiar; words give me the structure that I crave amidst the chaos and … Continue reading

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Life Lessons

Progress Review, Q. 1:  What life lessons have you learnt from your time in the Therapeutic Community, or in life more generally? I pause for a moment. But only for a moment, because I know the thing that is most … Continue reading

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Dawning

Dawning:        D [Welsh: awn ni!]ng      D[English: let’s go!]ng I have written about sunrise before. Almost exactly three years ago. Three years ago, when I could see a future for myself in (South)-East London. Three years later, … Continue reading

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Small Reflection

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome… Love after Love by Derek Walcott [continued at link] God has a … Continue reading

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Rooting Compassion

When I was little, but big enough to know that owning a pony of my own was out of the question, I was promised a pet when we got a bigger place. The house was on the market, in the … Continue reading

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Square One

Spin the clock back a few years. I am spending a morning in Fenwick’s (erstwhile, delightful department store in West London) with my mother. We go to their cafe. I have orange juice. I want orange juice in a carton. … Continue reading

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