Distraction

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TV. Day time. Quiz shows, news, Real Deals. Breakfast TV, loose woman? Maybe not at that stage, yet.

Granny. Blankets. Graduating to a hat. Nothing too complicated. Anything beyond simple befuddles the brain.

Cancer. Thoughts from morning to night? No. Maybe distraction, or life, is working. Life would work for me, thanks.

Counselling. Hi Linda. Mmm, not my name. What organisations have you asked for this service? Well: yours. Oh, we’ve not got a record of referral. Deflation, just a few sentences in. Pandemic? For some reason I’m providing you with a get out.

Facebook. We’ll call it fb. Pandemic. Scamdemic. Microchips in syringes. Poison. Ffs. It’s one tiny jab. Nothing. Immunocompromised. It’s not all, even, about you. Public good. It’s not a difficult concept.

Anonymous
  • The cancer is gone. (Rectal cancer diagnosed 2010) I was so grateful and thankful but the pandemic triggered severe anxiety and depression which I've tried to fight since March '20. Hospital tried five different anti depressants, an anti psychotic medication and valium none of which have worked. I've been struggling for 19 months. I've had many medical interventions  and realise the mental health services are in a  pretty bad state. This is so hard to bear. I'm crying out for help.