hour spent, shut, into a classroom – terrifying tomb in plain clothes alongside a dozen other adult learners – their eyes on the paper – mine on the shuffling blinds as the open window lets in some relief
45 minutes to go
i should concentrate one of the questions that one, no too difficult pick another q2? no, don’t like that one either
an alarm vibrates the air
shaking us all from private places by the root the fire bell, brilliant told to forget our bags, no chance and leave the building
we file out
mixing in with other the pupils
(from Put me Down, I’m Terrible)
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I have had a poem titled mum doesn’t think depression exists “it’s a state of mind, of attitude” in the latest issue of Ghost City Press review. It’s a poem from the point of view of somebody who suffers from depression and takes in symptoms, stigma, and when it lifts temporarily. Here is the link
the hollowed emptiness feels as if it is something you walk around with solely tasked with trying to fill it
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Third bit of news is I have mastered the art of cooking an omelette.
They aren’t visual masterpieces, but they do taste like an omelette. I have never been a cook, I used to hate cooking, but you can’t live on junk food and live to a grand old age, can you? Or be happy either. No-one really likes leftover noodles for breakfast, do they?
It isn’t easy to discuss the subjects of mental health and suicide. Lexi touches on that, giving insight into having depression, going to therapy, medication, the stigma attached to it all and advocacy and feeling empowered by talking and helping other people in the process. She also introduces her #MakeYourLight project. A well written piece and I would recommend you take a few minutes to read it.