Help me, Help me, PLEASE – The Devils are tormenting & ripping my mind
God, take me in your arms & guide me away from this wretched planet called EARTH!!!
There is no more love in this world for it has been sealed in a vault by Satan – the greedy evil who is strangling my life… the pain is exponential…
Plans:
Living independently in a place of
My own. I am not allowed to be a single mother.
No marriage or kids
About pregnancy, Never leave family
Look after a dog
Write in my diary and write poetry
Craft class at church once a week
Where I do my knitting and take it with me each week.
Future: Jazz ballet, Belly dancing, Tap dancing.
— By a Client
They know what not they do
Here in the zoo the human zoo
Of escape artist called G……side
Our prayers are confused with
Insanity. What part of my memory was real Lord Jesus. I try so hard
To love the demons in my mind
Everyday to maybe help them.
I look after evil both and good
My mind healed years ago, when
I met you Lord!! Now I’m a special person.
The drugs have gone and the schizophrenia. Even though
My mind had to be blocked.
Dear Jesus I now have beautiful clothes.
All I need in Life.
All I ask for is to keep them forever
That’s how special I am.
—Written by a mental health client
The Australian Federal Govt. funding for Mental Health projects with a stress on Multiculturalism seems to be a waste of funds. Inspite of numerous ‘workshops’, ‘conferences’ & skills updating seminars, the participants do not seem to learn a single aspect of Multiculturalism in the mental health sector. Is it the fault of the organisers or the participants?
The approaches adopted in treating clients from other ethnic backgrounds does not seem to have changed & the plight of these clients seems to only grow horrendously. Will the situation & attitude change or will the Govt. be blindly funding those projects hoping for positive outcomes?
In the lonely ward I am
Where the medication ignites the man
To slur his speech & walk his gait
To cry his tears and solemly await
With hopeless agitation & dryness
His silent hope cannot impress
With despair & a heart that aches
His nightmare flows & body shakes
The doctors glare and take their notes
The mad machine is what denotes
The oppressed, disadvantaged and feared
Normality is imprisoned in the pressure peered
may life be reckoned with & a steroid
To an island of bliss…
Evil medication that hurts you more
Makes you collapse & fall to the floor
Dreaded drug that blinds & numbs
will be continued…
written by a patient
For the client suffering from Schizophrenia, the Census next week will prove to be quite a dilemma. At midnight on Tuesday, the number of persons in the house will have to be documented. If the client is having an auditory hallucination, will he have to include the names of the people who are ‘talking’ with him at midnight? How the hell is he going to get any relevant data about them?
The staff is always right no matter what, but in the case of foreign students…mmm…let their money talk!
Eye Openers! 