Nothing I have to say hasn’t already been said by 100 artists and performers before me. But I am not an artist or performer, I am an engineer.

Remember the fear, remember the pain Remember how they are turning you insane Remember delighting in all things above Remember you’re fighting for passion and love Remember the tree in the forest so red Remember the day you ran screaming and bled Remember the fight and the battle not won Remember by god, remember my…

86 Hours in care In June 2016 year I was sectioned under section 2 of the mental health act.  How exactly this came about is still a cause of mystery to me, but it sparked a series of events that would see me sectioned twice more over the next few months and 4 more times…

Chapter 2 – Support A very attractive gentleman messaged me today and told me that he “hoped I had the support I required” and all I could think of was the following poem, which encapsulates my thoughts on the support provided by the NHS mental health services. Don’t tell me that you’re helping When all…

Today I learnt that I didn’t get a job I went for, an internal transfer that I applied for 10 months ago and have been pinning my hopes on for a continuation of my career in aerospace engineering since then. Today I managed three hours in the office at my current job until whatever is…

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…

On the 4th of June 2016, I was sectioned for the 1st time. An experience that wrecked havoc with my life and permanently altered my psyche.

My parents were very focused on hard work and appearances so I had that instilled on me from a young age. My earliest childhood memory is my mother telling me to look people in the eyes when I talk to them. I once got a B in a piece of coursework and my mother’s response…