You could be the change the world needs. You can be the sunshine that someone needs. You could be the difference between life, and something much worse.
Not understanding isn’t a crime, but it’s not an excuse. It takes no time to ask a friend, a colleague or a stranger how they’re doing. Tuesday 10th October is World Mental Health Day. It’s not contagious. You can’t catch it. Be kind.
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Another addition to poet’s corner for the week – enjoy!
I recently pushed myself out of my comfort zone and entered a writing competition. It’s not something I have done before, but I saw it and knew I had the beginnings of a draft somewhere that I could use. So, to challenge myself, I did it. Here is my entry, in all it’s late night edited glory. I hope you enjoy it and feedback is, as always, hugely welcome and much appreciated!
Facebook reminded me of a poem I wrote this day last year and so I thought I would get back into the swing of things with another little bit of poetic waffle.
I’ve had some time to reflect over the weekend. Over the last few days, there has been a lot of turmoil across the country. People have been spreading hate and bile and vitriol, and using the excuse of democracy to do so. I have never seen such a divide and it’s reminiscent of times of real political unrest in the…
The lovely Mollie tagged me in this a while ago… She’s fabulous and I highly recommend you check out her blog and general existence. Actually, must send mega props to Mollie, as she also tagged me in a post that will become my next post as well! Keeping me on my toes… Plus, she keeps me amused by not forgetting me when I go quiet on Twitter and Snapchatting me pictures of cats. #winner
So here are my answers to Mollie’s questions!
Last night, I was reading Matt Haig’s Reasons to Stay Alive (review & giveaway coming soon), and he describes depression in the way Churchill did – as a black dog. Just as a I began to drift to sleep, my brain latched on to that metaphor, and my latest poem was born. Luckily, I wrote this one down… I will never stop being surprised by the power of words.
Mental illness does not care who you are. It does not care whether you are a naturally bubbly person, or a pessimist. It doesn’t care if you are a loner, or surround yourself by friends at every given moment. It doesn’t care if you are in love. It doesn’t care if you are a high flyer. Mental illness is a predator, searching for your weak spots and exploiting them.