if you pray can you please pray for my cousin, he’s a heroin addict and last night he was found unresponsive having overdosed on heroin.
he was rushed to hospital and the overdose was reversed. i am not sure how he’s doing now. a taxi driver found him on the street.
He is the cousin whose mom died of cancer a couple weeks back.
today was the christmas party here at our centre where the independent living skills programme is held. we had class in the morning and then at lunch time we had a big meal, which was absolutely delicious.
we had mashed potato, roast potatos, gravy, carrots, brussels sprouts, stuffing, turkey and ham.
and christmas pudding and custard for dessert.
i was sooo stuffed after it, all i wanted to do was sleep.
there was also music but i left the dining room before that started. we had fun pulling crackers, and darina put the little paper hat from the christmas cracker on her head.
it was a good afternoon. we were feeling really festive.
At this point, the count down to christmas is well and truly on.
I’d like to introduce you all to my good friend and fellow blogger, DV. Her bio and one of her poems is below.
Please pop on over to her blog and connect say hi support her, she is an amazing person!
Im an Australian doctor, artist, writer and mother coming to terms with longstanding mental health problems resulting from complex trauma. I started my blog Dangerous Voyage last year because I was inspired by reading about other peoples journeys through therapy, and I wanted to speak out too and to connect with people who understood what I was going through in a way that friends and family and therapists did not. The caring and support that I have received from being part of the blogging community has been amazing.
My poem: Hope
Hope is a flower
on a distant tree
thick fleshy petals
soft and white
touch leaves bruises
dirty and brown
starts the rot
I copy the flower in stone
thinking it will be strong
but that fails too
a brittle shell
which crumbles to dust at a touch
hope is a flower
on someone elses tree.
all i can do is ride the wave. and that, my friends is what ive been doing for the last two hours.
ive been reading, and texting, and binging on netflicks shows, and downloading media, anything and everything to keep busy…
because when im busy im not anxious, im not emotional, im not crazy…
im not a mess of insanity…
its going on for 6 AM. after countless cups of tea and coffee, and no sleep, its time to face another day.
question for you all my loyal and faithful readers…
if you had some words of wisdom for me right now. something that you’d tell me to do to ride out this wave and get through the storm, what would they be?
fuck fuck fuck
my thoughts are racing. oh fuck. its baaad
i cant cope this these thoughts. just feel overwhelmed and sad.
oh gawd, why is it always at night?
why? i just want to sleep. but every time I try
The tears fall
Pain, raw pain
It threatens to overtake me
Think I should go sit with nitro, feel his soft fur against my cheek
now thats the best idea I’ve had all night
if you write poetry, I’d love to publish you on my blog.
I’d love to meet more poets, especially those who write about topics such as mental illness, domestic violence, child abuse, sadness or pain, depression, suicide, etc.
If you’d like to be published on my blog, email me at
with your poem and a short bio or little blurb about you and maybe your blog link if you have one?
Hope some of you will join in!
my mind is a tornado
bits and pieces
fly every which way
no rhyme or reason
an ocean of thoughts
threatening to engulf me
i try to switch off
but no, i cant
try to sleep
not happening either
so i sit here
my heads in a spin
its like a whirlwind