Hello there! I apologise for not posting anything last week but A-level revision is in progress and it slipped my mind.

Anyway, I was watching the local news and this came up. It infuriated me. The children’s mental health budget has been cut substantially in the UK and the country is in desperate need for psychiatric units. I really don’t see how people can be so uncaring and ill-informed. What if it was one of their children? Would they want to be miles away from them because there are no service? I don’t think so. The attitudes of some of the people interviewed were also appalling. There was a ‘them and us’ feel to it, and they seem to think people with mental health problems will murder them in their sleep.

It’s saddening that in this day and age people are so ignorant about mental health. 1 in 4 people will experience mental health problems at some point in their lives and it does not make someone more likely to murder another.

Sometimes I despair with people. Mentalism needs to be addressed. People with mental health problems cannot be denied local services because of other people’s prejudices. On a happier note, the unit in Scawsby has got the go ahead.

Sorry if this wasn’t very coherent but revision is melting my brain. I’ll try to post some time next week but I still have six exams to go!

Til the next time!


The Body, the Brain and the Mind

I’m back! I’ve been wanting to write a new post since Wednesday but I’ve had too many ideas (for a change). I decided to write about this topic because there doesn’t seem to be much info online about it.

My body doesn’t communicate accurately with my brain and vice versa. Obviously it communicates enough to keep me alive as a (semi) functioning human being. But it seems if anything changes in my body my brain’s first reaction is to pump me full of adrenaline. For example I rarely know when I’m ill. I just get really anxious and I can’t calm down, which leads to the internal monologue of ‘Why am I panicking? Have I forgotten something bad?’, but I can’t think of a reason that I am anxious which is actually worse than having a reason in some respects. A lot of the time I don’t know that I am ill until I throw up. This causes problems as I can end up going to school (the last time this happened I ended up half collapsing in class from exhaustion, illness and a panic attack – such fun).

Another example of ineffective communication is when I am stressed. Funnily enough, most of the time that I am stressed I think I’m ill. This is due to my brain and body not telling my conscious mind that I am stressed out. So I start getting headaches, rashes and start feeling really tired. After a few days of completely different symptoms I usually work out that I am stressed, but sometimes it’s not until the second bout of the mystery ‘illness’ that I think it might be something else.

I know that physical symptoms of stress are very common, but getting anxious instead of nauseous seems a bit weird. I’ve googled it so many times and I always come up with nothing. So am I just strange or have any of you come across this before? I appreciate all your comments

NaPoWriMo day 30

Final day of NaPoWriMo! Today’s prompt was to write a poem of farewell.

You wave from a distance

Always these are said to be good,

But must they be?

Consider regretful sigh instead

Rather than your cheery idiom.

Or maybe a determined stare,

From one who won’t return?

Or the harsh tongue biting

From a once scorned lover.

Maybe some departures are bleak,

But this won’t break the norm.

All that is left to say

With an unforced grin is

Goodbye, for now, and good luck.


So that’s number thirty finished! I will return to my normal posts soon and I aim to post once or twice a week (though it’s exam season so this might not happen). Hope you enjoyed the poetry this month and goodbye until my next post!

NaPoWriMo day 29

Today’s prompt is the ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects’. I think I covered all twenty here, but I’m not sure it makes much sense.


Knives strike at my ears

Heads will explode at three o’clock

The taste of the air is heavy.

As Descartes said in Stockholm,

Cognito ergo sum.

Thinking is the past time of fools

For brief moments lost to thought,

Will be bitter comfort at the end.

The hysterical laughter of failure

Is rather more historical than that.

For exam papers cause sun burn

And flutegirl flies away.

And in flying failure leaves

And the wind will whisper.

But the knives fall through the sky.

NaPoWriMo day 28

Today’s prompt was to compose a poem made from the words in a news article.

Military officials seized amid continuing action

Self-Proclaimed insignias control town and city

US aimed sanctions, uncertain of power

Fate of Ukraine encompassed EU members

Stepping up to failure


NaPoWriMo day 27

Twisted beings clawing the wood at your door

Begging for a reception as foul as it may be.

You sit stock still, glassy eyed and sheet white

Whilst your sleep is disturbed by demons.

The reflection taunts you with fidelity

You turn to find your window has gone.

Now this is all you have.

NaPoWriMo day 26

Just five more minutes

Brain whirring, eyes dilated

Starving for information

Feeding the flame


Just ten more minutes

Heart thumping, hands steady

Seeking the Holy Grail

But pleased with the search


Just until dawn breaks

Feverishly chasing

Making leaps of knowledge

Serving the obsession

NaPoWriMo day 25

Today’s prompt was to write an anaphoric poem.

Once I saw a little tabby

That weaved amongst the shrubs

That leaped in to nothingness

That tamed that unforgiving earth


Once I saw a larger tabby

That strutted with his battle scars

That feared no one and was feared

That stood proud a top the fence


Once I saw a frail tabby

That drooped its whiskers in the wind

That walked with arthritic pace

That hid forever in the shrubs

NaPoWriMo day 24

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about masonry.

The old castle walls

Centuries have seen you by

Civil wars weathered as a sunny day

Lead battered stone up the road

Steady and fast fronting pastures

Happy in the dark days

Washed rock, growing trees

Hugging the bailey

Waiting for the next

NaPoWriMo day 23

Today’s prompt was to find a poem in a foreign language and rewrite it in English. For those who don’t understand my botched explanation here’s a more coherent one, I don’t know if it’s cheating or not but I used an Old English poem as it is about as comprehensible as a foreign language by this point. The Poem that I used is Cædmon’s Hymn

 Nu sculon herian     heofonrices Weard,
 Metodes mihte     and his modgeþanc,
 weorc Wuldorfæder,     swa he wundra 
 ece Dryhten,     or onstealde. 
 He ærest scop     eorþan bearnum
 heofon to hrofe     halig Scieppend.
 þa middangeard     mancynnes Weard
 ece Dryhten,     æfter teode 
 firum foldan     Frea ælmihtig.


No skull here on here for Rick’s word,

Met odds might and his much thank,

Work wonder feeder, swat he wondered guess

Echo dried, or in stealth

He arrest shop other than bears none

Heaven to her roof hauling skip end

The middle guard mankind’s word

Echo dried, after tide

Firm folding, free almighty.