Today, Thea Mae – my little warrior child – is three years old. I can barely believe how much time has passed since I first held in her my arms. Yet, it also feels like she’s been with us forever. These past three years have been eventful, to say the least. In addition to the […]
Time is limited, and these days I try to orient myself around the people and initiatives that I connect with. My family and friends remain top of my list. Music, the Hearing Voices Movement and creative approaches to being with people in distress are a close second. On this site I’ve spent plenty of time […]
Tags: Open Dialogue
Today marks the 18-year anniversary of the suicide of one of my closest friends – Susan. As I type these words my eyes sting and my heart feels heavy. I was walking my dog earlier and found my heart beating in two times. In the first I am walking in 2020, noticing the crunch of the autumn leaves beneath my feet. In the second it is 2002. The leaves are different – they crunch underneath my feet as I’m walking to her flat.
My first walk in preparation for my fundraising challenge was a biggie – it was an emotional challenge as much as a physical one, and definitely left its mark. If you’d like to sponsor me, please see: Walking 874 miles for HVN: My first steps
As those of you who follow me on social media might already know, I’ve taken the mad/courageous decision to walk 874 miles (the equivalent of trekking the iconic route from Lands End to John O’Groats) in 80 days to raise funds for the National Hearing Voices Network. This might not sound much, but if you […]
A response to 55 Steps – a film featuring Helena Bonham Carter and Hilary Swank that tells the story of Eleanor Reise (a lady repeatedly drugged against her will) and Collette (her lawyer). The film was effectively buried. Here’s why we need to work together to resurrect it.
As the weather gets colder here in the UK, I’m gearing up to head to warmer climes. Next month I’m lucky enough to be spending a few weeks in Australia – Melbourne and Sydney, more specifically. Whilst it’s primarily a trip to introduce my daughter to some of my closest friends, it would be weird […]
Having trained as an Open Dialogue Practitioner with Open Dialogue UK in London, and working as a practitioner for a year with the first Open Dialogue team in the UK that combined crisis and community care, I’m keen to encourage Open Dialogue initiatives in Leicestershire – now I’m a local. To support this, I’m offering a one […]
Whilst it’s being increasingly recognised that hearing voices is a relatively common human experience that is not necessarily linked to distress or illness, this fact may be little comfort to those who are struggling with distressing and overwhelming voices. Based on the non-pathologising approach of the Hearing Voices Movement, this workshop explores ways in which […]
I started this article trying to write about the day I found out Space Baby had died, only to realise that I did not have a landmark moment to articulate. There was no definitive scan, no blood and no kindly professional sitting me down to tell me of our loss. I do not know when our baby died, only that I accepted their death in small increments with each consecutive appointment. The day hope left, more than a week before the physical miscarriage itself, I remember leaving Joel at the train station and heading up to Manchester to speak at a mental health conference as if everything was OK. That night I sat in isolation amongst friends and allies, drinking my first beer in months.