Fay Dury

The black cars stood stationary outside Fay Dury's residence. People trundled by in the grey sleet, water jumping at their ankles, clothes greasy with rain. Some of them looked across at the house and bowed their heads, others stopped for a moment and performed the obligatory sign of the cross. Large doors stood open beneath … Continue reading Fay Dury

When Once A Teenager And Very Depressed.

I can't remember getting depressed. It didn't appear out of the blue. I simply, over one long hot summer, stopped being who I thought I was. Depression is like that I find. It creeps along, quiet, unassuming, and often unnoticed. For something so ambitious and uncompromising, so relentless and persistent, the efforts it adopts to … Continue reading When Once A Teenager And Very Depressed.

Let’s Talk About Suicide.

On February the 11th 1963, the poet and novelist, Sylvia Plath took her own life. Her two children, Frieda and Nicholas were upstairs in their beds, as their beloved mother, downstairs, put her head in the oven and removed herself forever from their lives. We know Plath struggled with mental illness, perhaps none more so … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Suicide.

We Need To Talk About Psychosis.

The romantic poet, John Clare spent most of the last years of his life in an asylum. Life had been hard as it was for many in the eighteenth century. Born into agricultural poverty, known as the 'peasant poet,' Clare had a great love of nature, of the unspoilt landscape that surrounded him, the changing … Continue reading We Need To Talk About Psychosis.

The Creep That Is Bipolar Disorder.

  Living with Bipolar Disorder has probably been the biggest challenge of my life. Whilst other things have come along that are not particularly pleasant, they have, given time, disappeared. Bad relationships come to an end, blistered hearts find new templates, money troubles eventually smooth over. Bipolar Disorder, on the other hand, never leaves.   … Continue reading The Creep That Is Bipolar Disorder.

The Lump of Anxiety.

I have always been the anxious sort which is a difficult thing to admit. I often think I was carved out of anxiety, small bones scored and polished with fear whilst folded into my mothers womb. For a long time I was in denial. I didn't want to admit I struggled for fear of being seen as weak, … Continue reading The Lump of Anxiety.