May I ask what you are doing, or if you are, in fact, alright?

Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just a little or a lot shaky.

Why, may I ask!?

We’re sitting in the corridor of a mental health clinic… do you REALLY need to ask?

Yes, I do, because they said we would get better… and it’s been three weeks!

Agh, I’m like a yo-yo with this place… a repeat offender, if you get me.

I do. And I don’t like it at all. It’s worrying. I mean, where might your mind be at right about now? If you don’t mind me asking.

Between a rock akin to the most harrowing mountain in this fair isle of ours and, well, this fairly hard place.


See that lady over there peeling the paint off the walls? With the colour in her nails, hair splayed every which way.


She’s been in and out of here – IN far more than OUT I might add – for over a decade. Can you even begin to imagine that!!

No thank you. I think there really are some things best left to the imagination.

You’re damn right there. Congrats, you must be getting a little better then.

A little, not a lot.

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