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Natural Thinking by Ria Walton

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The Three Girls Workshop

Three Girls Workshop With lockdown having restricted the hosting of events ‘in person’ the Foundation recently ran on online meet-up centred around the BAFTA award winning BBC mini-series Three Girls.  The programme (for which Maggie worked as the Programme...

VICTIMS’ COMMISSIONER SAYS CULTURE CHANGE TO SUPPORT AGGRIEVED LONG OVERDUE

By Ryan Hooper, PA Chief Reporter  A new, specific law is required to give more rights to those affected by crime, the Victims' Commissioner for England and Wales has said. Dame Vera Baird QC said a change of culture'' was long overdue'' to look after'' victims of...

“I feel lost, and I don’t know if this pain will ever leave me…..”

I  was abused from age 7 to 20. No one in my life knows except doctors/counsellors/helplines or the occasional Samaritan. I carry on every day like I'm absolutely fine. No one would ever know.   It's almost like having two lives which makes me very sad. I was...

Poem 2 by Michelle

In these eyes I hold the key, To a life you will never see. Beneath the surface of fake smiles

Loveartpix

My name is Dez (AKA Loveartpix) & I am a self-taught Creative Artist from Manchester. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder over 10 years ago & more recently autism, a diagnosis I am now beginning to come to terms with & better understand. From an early...

Poem by Michelle

I am lost in this darkness, I can't see a light Tormented by my demons, they come worse at night.   I am lost in this spiral of unspeakable pain Longing for a rainbow that comes after the rain.   My head, it's pounding...

I Came as a Survivor, now I am an Ambassador

I initially came to foundation as a survivor that needed help. The only service that was helping me at the time was recovery, I had been laughed at by a few police officers and a member of the council had labelled me she was at that children’s home a home where I was...

I still struggle with the frustrations that the police did a ‘half-assed’ job and that monster is still walking the streets, free to do whatever he likes…..

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share my story. It has been almost 11 years since this happened to me, and I have never tried to deal with it. I just tucked it away in a little box in my mind and hoped that it would go away. Recently I took the first steps...

Poem by Michelle

Categories - Survivor Poems

I am lost in this darkness, I can’t see a light

Tormented by my demons, they come worse at night.

 

I am lost in this spiral of unspeakable pain

Longing for a rainbow that comes after the rain.

 

My head, it’s pounding and my stomach aches from keeping it tight

I feel like I’ve been in a real bad fight.

 

But this fight is old, it was years ago

Yet here I am battling this continuous flow.

 

A flow of anger and of grief and pain

Will I ever be rid of this overwhelming shame?

 

I still hear a whisper from yesteryear

As though he was right here whispering into my ear.

 

My heart starts to pound and my body, it stiffens and trembles

That’s it, am gone, away back to them days, it’ll take a while for me now to reassemble.

 

In a bottomless pit, I take myself away,

I shut out the world, nobody is allowed in, that’s it, go away!

 

Negative thoughts overload my head

There’s no rest for the wicked, not even in bed.

 

I am lost in this darkness, I can’t see a light

Tormented by my demons, they come worse at night.

 

I am lost in this spiral of unspeakable pain

Longing for that rainbow to come after the rain.

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