A Puerile Action?

I have long considered blocking people online a rather puerile action. Puer meaning boy in Latin, by extension childish. In this age of digital media, incomprehensible passwords, digital footprints and paranoid suspicions I have never felt threatened enough to take such sanctions.

A week ago I felt I needed to do such a thing. I'm ever cautious on here because of the paranoia of others. Others who by their own admission have stalked me, checked out my social media and even circled my flat to see what can be seen through in windows. I let them in and they betrayed me.

That word betrayal is a powerful, risky and argue self absorbed word. I have struggled with it for more than two weeks. To commit makes us vulnerable. To be betrayed makes us dangerously vulnerable.

My world is one of despair, instability and damage. Mental health can be brutal. Many claim that epitaph but few have see  what I've seen.

Friendships and relationships in that world are unstable and dangerous. Yet again I've been burned.

There are many many flaws in my character and many mistakes in my conduct and decision making. I'm only too aware. But I always try to be kind, be loving and be supportive. This time I failed and I'm paying the price.

Tonight I watch the Super Bowl. Tomorrow I go back to reality.

I Heard a Voice.

Ripple Effects.

None of us live in total isolation. We are all interconnected in a complex web of people, work, home and the interactions we have every day. When I entered the mental health system on a stifling July day in 1991 I kept being told not to become institionalised and must be independent.

That I ended up there was in part because one person made a decision that exploded what I know now was my very fragile life. Still to this day I have no idea why she made that decision.

She's gone from my life now but she lives on as a central player of my first book A Pillar of Impotence and on certain dates. But I'm still vulnerable to the decisions made by others that impact me, my shattered self esteem and my incredibly negative way in which I view my life.

This week has been another devastating one, a mangled wreck of overthinking, doubt, fear, paranoia, intrusive and obsessional thoughts and general you are bad and undeserving. And on and on goes my mind.

On this Sunday morning I'm listening to Mozart's Coronation Mass and trying and failing to switch off. Yet I've done the washing, had my coffee, put my lenses in, brushed my teeth and made my bed. A lamb shank will go in the oven shortly. The nitty gritty of life. Hard though it is I must keep fighting through, doing and surviving despite the emotional turmoil that is in my hesd.

I Heard a Voice.

Stay Silent?

Today I do not know what to say. I need to say something but for once I cannot find the words.

When life patterns keep repeating it is hard not to turn it inward and look at oneself. Guilt and shame. I've battled those for years. Last year someone actually explained the difference in words I understood. Guilt is I made a mistake which I can do something about it even if it is only an apology. Shame is I am the mistake.

My feeling that I am the mistake, that I'm the mistake feels very strong. And it is very painful.

Letting people into our lives makes us vulnerable. Maybe that's why some seek solitude. In a lifetime littered with mistakes, self inflicted pain and rejection I might have learned from those mistakes. Yet still I make them and on days like today I enforce solitude despite the pain that causes.

I have long tried to avoid responding when I'm angry. But whilst I'm sticking to that I know I have to respond sooner or later. I just don't know when, how and what.

Life feels bleak today despite listening to Mozart, a table booked at The Waggoners and the Rams game later. Just get through one hour at a time.

I Heard a Voice.

Winter's Progress.

Sunday morning in Hertfordshire. Beethoven plays. There is a pheasant stuffed with bay, rosemary and thyme and wrapped in bacon in the oven. All is peaceful at mine. My friend Marie has been staying this weekend. She'll catch her train home after lunch. It has been a good weekend.

Whilst I'm at peace the wider world crashes on in its destructive way. The west is divided. The east is at war. And somewhere in the middle Europe teeters in a precarious position. What was known is no longer certain. Who can trust whom?

My thoughts go to many as this winter progresses. At this time to Persians as well as people caught up in war. I have a couple of Persian friends. Who knows what will happen to this most ancient of people?

In my quiet, peaceful flat I'm lucky. My working life has improved immeasurably. Others though are feeling vulnerable. Why do we make work so hard on ourselves? Thursday takes me to The Royal College of Psychiatrists. I've been before but a long time ago.

As for today, when alone I look forward to watching the Rams in the playoffs in Chicago. Going to be mightily cold. 

I Heard a Voice. 

New Year, What Next?

A year ago my life felt brutally grim. The vultures were circling, betrayal surrounding me and never knowing where the next knife would come from. Everything was a complete mess. Not being able to switch off for the holidays had happened three years in a row. It has been a bumpy ride since I left the university in 2021. All around me people advised me to get signed off by the doctor.

Ultimately I held off for five months before collapsing into a mass of despair, self doubt and staring inside the gates of hell. The day I went off I feared at best the crisis team turning up, at worst a Mental Health Act assessment.

Hour by hour, day by day, month by month things turned around. I lost friends, some I expect for good. But those who stuck by me really stuck by me. I gained new friends too. Somehow after four months I tentatively made it back to work.

With a different direction that I was not able to predict slowly I began to flourish. It was hard. But I took it one day at a time. As 2025 moved inexorably towards its end I learned my destiny. A new job, a chance to be a pathfinder and an opportunity to do some good.

As we start 2026 I made it through the holidays, saw family and friends, dined and drank without fear. Nearly four years of fear. Life is hard but I'm keeping going one step at a time.

Happy New Year everyone.

I Heard a Voice.