I have been in and out of mental wards since 2016, well three times in 2016, six times in total, why I am not in a ward at the moment, I don’t know. I have since been discharged for over two years now and I am not “all right”,, but I am all right. It’s not me I worry about it’s them, the Zombies and the screamers, the people left to rot. It’s a holding cell not a place for recovery. The mind does some very strange things when stressed to its extremes it’s hard not to come out believing in auras and cosmic human energy or even God. Let’s see if we can keep these conversations rational shall we.

In a world where 1 in 4 are suffering a mental health illness you have to start to question what is wrong with the world. Maybe it’s society that needs to change not us, seems all the best people are on meds of some sort these days…. maybe, just maybe there is another way.

Ardent feminist, lover of men, boys, girls, trans and of course powerful fucking women. Bring it on world, pour your scorn down on me so you don’t have to judge them.

Is it really that subversive to think that the world is a beautiful place and that people are fundamentally want to be good?