My life in words

I think in verse. Not always. Not every day. But – I think in verse.

  • when I’m distressed
  • when I’m heading to shutdown, but more especially meltdown
  • when my head is just so full of STUFF that I can’t get my thoughts into coherent speech
  • when my fear, anger, self-loathing take hold of my being
  • when I need to order my thoughts before they lead to self-destruction

That’s when I think in verse.

And I have to write it down. I have diaries and journals and notebooks spread over many years recording my anguish. Sometimes with an image. Sometimes scrawled page after page. Sometimes just a few lines.

Usually it works, helping to dispel the negatives inside my head. Distilling into a page or two feelings that would take minutes and hours to express verbally.

When I’m feeling OK I don’t write like this because there’s no need. I’ll still write, and I rarely re-draft, it’s still cathartic, but it’s no longer a frenetic act. That’s when I don’t need to sleep after because I’m drained by the experience.

But I still think in verse.

Being creative is the mainstay of my life, and poetry, prose, and photography is where I express my deepest emotions. I also enjoy the challenge of design and create jewellery, fabric bags, and garments and home items in yarn. Diagnosed with ASD at the age of 68 after fifty years in and out of the mental health system, I now aim to explore and share my experiences over these years. Apart from blogs and short articles I'll share my life in my verse and images.

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