Mental Health: State of Mind

Something a bit different this week. I came across this spoken word poem, Heart Cry, by Samuel Cole on the Mind website.

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/your-stories/talking-about-mental-health-through-spoken-word-poetry/

It tackles challenging themes but ends positively:

Neil Hilborn is an American spoken word poet who lives with mental ill health. Personally, I think his most celebrated poem, OCD, is absolutely brilliant.

I am looking forward to seeing everybody’s take on this week’s theme

Spencer

11 thoughts on “Mental Health: State of Mind

  1. The Routine

    Bright eyes
    Clear skin
    Nice new tidy haircut
    Pleasant disposition
    Seems to be thriving
    Articulate
    Tidier dress sense
    Settling in well
    Approachable
    Keen
    No obvious signs of madness

    Dr Thomas opens my casebook and says
    “Keep taking the tablets”

    “Yes”
    I think , as I observe her.
    “Yes , she’s coping well.

    Grandma

    Grandma doesn’t speak
    She just smiles and pats their heads
    While in her spirit, she fights demons, sharpens her arrows, unleashes dragons.
    Grandma doesn’t speak.
    She just plays their little games.
    While inside her mind she battles hatred, loathes the light, grieves lost lovers.
    Grandma doesn’t speak
    For to hear her would be the beginning of the end
    And we wouldn’t listen.

    Shades of Hades

    Rising from sloth
    Smoke obliterates the room
    Shadows of the past hell, scream silently through the hall, into my mind.
    Motion is the potion to salve and cool these mental wounds.
    Activity wipes out the mattress state
    What to do?
    What to do?
    Dishes
    Hoover
    Mop the floor
    Bins out
    Sail the Ocean
    Climb the Mountain
    Walk forever out into the World
    Finding favour and nourishment in the Light of the Shadows.

    Cathy Macleod.

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  2. When I Was a Child

    After reading CHILDREN LEARN WHAT THEY LIVE by Dorothy Law Nolte quoted in Canfield and Wells(1976) I explored some of the causes of my own low self-esteem :

    When I was a child, I knew that I was ‘me’ but I felt bewildered as I tried to understand what was going on and who I was.

    When I was a child my adults were hurting and nostalgic for their homeland.

    They told me that one day we would go back, so I must learn the language, the history, the traditions.

    But I was living in England, going to school with English and Irish children. Why could I not dress like them, live like they did?

    When I was a child, I had a travel document and it said I was stateless and so I thought that was good because it made me feel important.

    When I was a child the teachers asked me to dress in national costume so I did, but I wanted to be the same as other children.

    When I was a child my adults liked to put me on a stage. They liked to hear me recite national epic poems because it made them feel better.

    When I was a child I was ridiculed.

    When I was a child I was constantly criticised, I felt I had to do better, work harder. I never felt good enough.

    When I was a child I was beaten and thought I was bad.

    When I was a child there was not enough money for a doll or new clothes.

    When I was a child I was given a half crown on Bonfire night and happily bought some fireworks.

    When I was a child I had to take those fireworks back to the shop because they were a waste of money.

    When I was a child I was humiliated.

    When I was a child I had to wear boys’ boots because they would last longer than girls’ shoes.

    Eventually I did not ask for anything.

    When I was a child adults told me lies because they thought I would not understand.

    When I was a child I accepted that my role in life was to do what I was told to do and please others.

    When I was child I cried and my adults could not understand why.

    When I was a child I could not talk and my adults did not understand why.

    When I was a child I did not feel loved.

    When I was a child I felt alone and lived in my head.

    When I was a child my adults did what they thought was best for me but my adults were tired and busy.

    When I was a child I had to survive.

    When I became an adult I felt I lacked social skills.

    When I became an adult I had low self-esteem.

    When I was an adult I was accepted first by one and then another and another.

    When I was an adult I felt unconditional love.

    Now that I am an adult I am making my own choices.

    Now that I am an adult my self-esteem is rising.

    Urszula

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