Author name: Matt

Culture, Psychosis / /

Listening to ‘Grief is the Thing with Feathers’ by Max Porter on Radio Four. I saw this play a couple of years ago at the Barbican with one of my long list of former friends, Leon and his crew. Who were – God! – really boring. A primary teacher, a civil servant (he’s a civil […]

Psychosis / /

Well, that was a shitty weekend. Another one in a very long line. A very very long line. Spent most of the day in bed with a vicious circle I used to inhabit in the late nineties, when agonising crucifixion was what I would live with every Saturday and Sunday. I would get up, thinking

Coronavirus, Psychosis / /

How many ‘Just another day’ posts can you write? This morning i went to a meeting with a psychiatrist, which was the first part of a plan I discovered to take me into the care of a Community Mental Health Team (CMHT). This meeting was far less stressful I am glad to report than many

Fun / /

Say Uju How you going? Nice to see you opening your box of books. Very exciting. Who was behind the camera? Managed to cut your head off but not your beautiful teeth so that was all right. I’ve been pissing Richard Osman off regularly on Twitter in the hope he’ll get distracted and more attention

Psychosis, Work In Progress / /

Just had a meeting with my new peer coach, Steve. In the Oasis cafe in Highbury Fields. We talked about poetry, since I told him I was quite excited by the forthcoming publication of three books of poetry, Landscape Moonscape, Choosing The Devil’s Way and the other one, as yet untitled, with the working title

Psychosis / /

Boring boring day. Can’t go out. Too terrifying. Martin. Every person I meet outside is Martin. Every man, woman and child. Not the dogs though. I look out for them because they hate him as much. He puts them under cars. Drives pizza boy mopeds over them. It makes them strong. These mobsters, because that’s

Coronavirus, Hospital, Psychosis / /

So after a pleasant meeting with Jean-Luc, my new peer coach from Choice And Control, chatting about our life stories, especially living in foreign countries – he here in ENGLAND (he is a Frenchman, from Alsace particularly) – and me in Rome (see previous post, somewhere, somewhere…) . So after all that I go on

Psychosis, Trees, Women / /

Through the leaves of the London Plane above me I can see the sky in irregular shapes. They were blue but now a cloud has come over Now the leaves are whispering in a fierce July wind. ‘Ha ha ha,’ they are saying. ‘Robert raped Sophie.’ Nobody tells me anything. It’s all lies. Maybe I’m

Psychosis / /

Let me be the first to declare: ‘I do like metal. I have not been buggered and this proves it!’ I have had one car, one moped and seven bicycles in my life so far. See the story ‘No Metal’ in my comic book ‘Off My Meds And Other Stories’. I own two boxes full

Psychosis / /

About twenty years ago I discovered there was a longstanding inquiry, conducted by a group of former friends, mainly former university acquaintances from Edinburgh, bent on proving that I had been buggered as a child, and challenging me to admit it. This inquiry I discovered – through listening to my voices – had been going