I’m waiting to hear from someone on the community psych team, my GP has referred me and now…all I can do is wait. Wait to find out how they can help me, who I can talk to about the mess that is my mind at the moment.
This blog has become a lifeline, the therapy of writing, the comfort I get from knowing I’m not the only one and you lovely people who read and comment letting me know I’m not alone. Some of you have even re-opened my eyes to the beauty and inspiration of art that can be found.
She holds this fragile creature
so gently in her hands
it can fly
but chooses to stay
she finds beauty in the dark
a flash of inspiration
one flutter of a wing on her fingertips
breaks the spell
It’s amazing how doing something like writing can help to make sense of my head, even though or possibly because this poem had nothing to do with what was going on in my mind this morning…it has lifted the darkness. I can’t help but think there is something to the research that is being done into writing and therapy. I’ve always ended up writing in one way or another when I can’t escape my own internal world.
I think I need to get my art supplies back out again and see if drawing will help as well, it always used to though I came up with some pretty dark pictures in the bad times.
For the moment I will accept that my mind is not really healthy just like my body and find ways to rejoice in this strangeness. I managed it for a few years when I was younger, surrounded myself with other strange people and we made each other happy in our weirdness…sound familiar to anyone 😉 I just wish I didn’t have to work with people who fit so neatly into the worlds ‘normal’ mould I might find my job soooo much more enjoyable than I already do!