Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
The doctor gestures me in towards his consulting room, and I, I am like a tentative child who is out of place in this foreign world. For I have not seen this doctor before, why, I cannot even recall, let alone pronounce his complicated name, I had fronted to the desk claiming I had [...]
Author's note: This poem details a point in my mental health journey where I was hospitalised for extreme mania, grand delusions and psychosis. These could not be controlled with time and much medication, hence I was subjected to the often-controversial practice of electro-convulsive therapy. The poet whom I speak of in my poem is extremely [...]
- A/N: The audience here are figures of authority, such as a psychiatrist, therapist, or treating team, and here I try to explain my disdain for being analysed with little care for my personality and its traits, only based upon the bare clinical facts. - The medications cause a quagmire of swimming thoughts and regret, [...]
I jolt awake, back into the night, where I wearily breathe and pad around the kitchen and hallways without any sense of brightness or light. Sleepily, I guzzle liquids, after all, I crave them, strangely, must it be due to the medication once forcefully fed to me? I press myself to stay awake [...]
