Mental Health Awareness Week

This week is Mental Health Awareness Week and their theme this year is “Kindness.”

so as a creative theme we are asking people to reflect on kindness . This could be someone’s kindness to you,  seeing an act of kindness to someone else that made you feel better about the world…  Real or fictional, poetry, story or reminiscence.

Sometimes it can seem that there is a lot of greed and brutality in the world but the truth is that there is a lot of kindness too – so let’s have a week of celebrating that.

Going through my photos to find one that represented kindness to me I came across this one. I am a cat person and not generally a dog fan but I walked this beautiful golden retriever, Cathy, as part of my job some years ago.  Cathy was a guide dog for the blind but her owner, who was very elderly, was too frail to exercise her sufficiently.  Cathy was the sweetest natured, kindest dog I have ever come across.  Walking her was one of my favourite ever jobs and this picture reminds me that kindness is not confined to humans.


6 thoughts on “Mental Health Awareness Week

  1. Colin has contributed this poem reflecting on recovery

    When you recover what will you do?
    When you recover will you still be you?
    Will you be stronger, will you be new,
    when you recover from what you’ve been through?

    Can life get better than it was before?
    Will you realize your dreams and improve your score?
    Will people still remember your name,
    or will they forget you because they’re ashamed?

    Life in recovery may not be the same,
    the rules may have changed in this brand new game,
    you can pick up the pieces and make a new start,
    and courage and hope keep you from falling apart

    The world all round you seems different and changed,
    things that once were now seem out of range,
    but you can recapture your life and fulfill
    the dreams that were lost when you took ill,

    The journey to wellness takes time and is long,
    and those that get well are exceptionally strong,
    for depression can kill but you have survived,
    your goal to recover has kept you alive,

    Now you,re recovered what will you do,
    you suffered and conquered and saw it through,
    back from the black and abyss and despair,
    it is time to move on it is time to care

    Colin Forster


    By Mairi Cable.

    Knowing that the present situation of Lockdown must end sometime makes us feel positive that life will get back to normal sometime. Watching a good film helps. I watched Nurse Edith Cavell yesterday and it was very enjoyable.


  3. Donna Keenan has contributed this heartfelt poem:

    You called me today and cheered me up
    I feel as if I’m alive again, the pills are so awful I just want to forget so I’m trying to be light hearted and think of nice things, like the kids on the swings I can see from the window. I remember my own children on how they have grown. they are parents themselves on how time flies, my shaz is a good mummy but panicky with it. I must have been like that, as children are a constant worry with my 4 I know I lived in the casualty. As this is my first poem in a wee while I will make it quite short as I’m at the confused stage a side effect of the pills.I am trying to remain upbeat and be chilled. I have not seen the totals today, which is new for me I like to keep up with current affairs and the numbers and totals are quite a shock but I think if we follow Norris we will have to take stock. I’m away to watch my French chateaux and dream of the Sun that’s promised to come .


  4. Marie has sent us this lovely poem

    By Marie Cable

    Kindness is a smile from a stranger.
    Kindness is a quick “Hello” from a passer-by.
    Kindness is a beautiful bouquet of flowers from Angus.
    Kindness is doing a message for a neighbour and they do one for you.
    Kindness is getting phone calls from everyone at Catch 23 asking how I am and from Sarah.


  5. Urszula has sent in this poignant poem of her memories of kindness


    The first thing that comes to my mind
    I remember as a four year old
    Thinking about having toys
    My parents having gone through
    Severe and harsh treatment in
    The forceful deportation to Siberia
    And then the horrors of the second world war
    Had no empathy or money to think about buying toys

    I remember the kindness of the Anglo Polish Society
    That first Christmas they provided a party for us children
    The hall was decorated and food was provided English style
    Then we went up in turns to the stage and were lifted up
    Girls to receive dolls and boys a car or train
    I could hardly believe it
    I still remember that after seventy years

    Then the kindness of neighbours in our road
    They invited me round to their houses
    I did not know any English so I spoke gobbledygook
    They took me out on trips to the seaside or lake district
    They took me to the local Christadelphian church
    That is how I learned English


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