Lyndsay E. Gilbert's Blog

So, I finished my course of ECT, and was doing so well. Now I have a new psychiatrist and we are trying out new medications and combinations. It’s going to be hard going, with the need for regular blood tests and ECGs. But I have high hopes 😀 In other news I got a short … Continue reading Updates on Life and Writing

So over the weekend I joined in #writerslift on twitter and I gained over a thousand new followers and in turn found over a thousand to follow myself- lots of writers and readers too. I’m so excited and overwhelmed at just how lovely and kind the community is. I am still doing the last wee … Continue reading #WRITERSLIFT

Today I had a session of ECT. The staff there know me quite well as they’ve helped me over the years a good few times. They are wonderful and they make it so much easier. I was upset, worrying that this time it would not work, that I would no longer respond. The Sister, Joan, … Continue reading One Foot in Front of the Other

Hello everyone. I know it’s been a good while but I sincerely want to get back to blogging. I’ve been in hospital just over three weeks, and I’m about to start another course of Electroconvulsive Therapy. But I feel inspired to write here because I have survived a difficult few months and I’m getting help … Continue reading Querying from Hospital

This, Mary, is after your time but I still come here Hoping to divine your expert opinion Sure, everyone knows the story and all good students of literature know (even those who lied and watched the movie) who the real monster is Still, Mary, I devour the tales of you more captivating to me despite … Continue reading Electric as Therapy

Well,  I thought maybe it was time to come here again, it’s a bit of a graveyard.  My life has changed so much in the last two years.  Unfortunately my writing hasn’t changed enough, so prepare for a deluge of emotional poems folks.

Say you need a break Time away from me A chance to focus on yourself Let your mind be free Everyday I understand That I am hard to bear Stuck in my pyjamas Or in the bed upstairs I try to be more fun Scrape it from my bones Play the girlfriend puppet Made of … Continue reading Break

You cannot help me Nobody can Holding me up Will not make me stand Inflating my lungs Does not mean I’m breathing  Covering my wounds Does not stop them bleeding I tell such lies Say I am bending  I snapped long ago But say I am mending The urge to please Is one of my … Continue reading Reason with Madness

    Once in the asylum They read us a poem We sat around in silence Expressions made of stone   They read it out aloud And asked us what it meant A man was walking on a road That up ahead was bent   The point it made was simple We cannot see ahead … Continue reading enjoy the walk