The following poem was written by Simon Partridge, a person we support in the Dover area. We asked him to compose something relating to his experience of schizophrenia. 

Being schizo


Sky-high
Try
Test
Decide
Eliminate
Refurb
Reverb
Once
Now
Only
Forever…

Mountain re-climbed
Try again
Harder slopes
Get into footgear
Defeat the cold
Reach the top
Cloud-shapes
Looking out

-   -   -

Climb down
Society’s calls
Meet the other climbers
BACK AGAIN
                  TO NORMALITY
Can you complete these sentences
NOT 'SCHIZO' but SCHIZO-FREE-YA:
(Drinks & tea together).


A few words about myself

Bearing the cross/label 'schizophrenia' as with the other “changers”.

Each journey has an end and a beginning. The journey is from whom they think you are to how you see yourself and, at the bottom/in the long run, how your soul transcends all these idea and words with your completion as yourself. We see the beginning of the journey but there are still dregs of tea in the cup, and we have to take the cup and experience the highs of the tea along with the knowledge we are left with “tea-years”.

The measure of madness related to the positivity of self.  Who knows (but oneself) whether you are mad or just a little tea-dated and the more strangely the sentence ends the stronger we are.

To hold in our Tea-ness.

Simon Peacock, United Response service user