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Super Hamster

Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net

Super Hamster

Small and furry,

with only one eye

the reason for this?

I don’t know why.

White fur, pink nose

tiny paws with claws,

when she jumps off the sofa

she lands on all fours.

A superhero

in animal form,

all the bad guys

you should warn.

A new crimefighter

on the beat,

she’s a danger

walking on four feet.

Sharp teeth, she bites,

when she jumps out her nest

to avoid being eaten

would be best.

Cold ears, long whiskers,

tell her you’re near,

super hamster,

is the one to fear.



and thus, I win at life.

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The Gift

Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net

The mental health charity Rethink, are asking if mental health illnesses are ever a gift on their twitter feed and on their facebook page.

I am diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. This is in no way a gift.

Let me try and explain a little of why.

I can’t keep my eyes open.

Well, I can, I must be right? I’m typing this, but my eyes are drooping and it’s not even six pm yet. The reason if that I was awake most of the night, suffering from insomnia, so I’m tired now, ready for bed. Except I know need to stay away, and I know that even if I went to bed now, I wouldn’t sleep anyway. Cause the insomnia is awful, to the point that I couldn’t bare another few days of this, so I went to the doctor today to ask (beg) for sleeping tablets. Tamazepam, in fact, as I’m slowly working my way through sleeping tablets as they stop working after a while. Already I’m building up a tolerance to the tamazepam, I don’t think they’ll be working by the end of this year.

Because I’m not sleeping properly, I’m struggling to get up and out of bed. Which means two things. I don’t take my medication at the right time, so I start shaking, and I spend a lot of time in bed panicking about getting out of bed. Suddenly it becomes the hardest thing in the world.

And I’m still shaking a bit.

My mood is slowly going downhill, and I miss cutting more and more as the days pass by. It’s a jealously thing too. My friends are cutting, I can’t help a little jealousy when sometimes it’s a harder to fight the desire than usual. Not that I blame my friends, and cutting wouldn’t help the insomnia, or the mood, really, but it’s still a default setting for me. Things are bad? Cut. Perhaps one day, it won’t even occur to me to cut, but right now, it’s still a work in progress.

My flat is a mess. This is the norm. I can’t keep on top of my own life really. Can’t look after myself. Which then, makes me feel bad, because I’m 29, I should be able to look after myself, feed, clean and clothe myself, keep a nice-ish home and so on. But I can’t. Various reasons. Mostly I’m just amazed I can’t get to the sofa without an assault course of rubbish in the way. I’m not proud of this, it’s a damn embarrassment, but I figure the trade of for not cutting/overdosing/being suicidal might be worth it.

Might be.

I’m single, childless and have a hamster as a pet. All of those things I pretty much track down to my mental health. I can’t look after myself, let alone a dog or another bigger than a couple of hamsters. Even the hamsters suffer sometimes I think. Everyone in my orbit suffers in one way or another.

I’m single for various reasons, but mostly out of choice, I don’t even try to have anything other than a friendship, because I don’t think I could handle having another person in my life that much, and I don’t think I should inflict myself on another person. My friends and family suffer enough, why bring another person into the orbit of Rhi’s doom (must think of a better name than the orbit of Rhi’s doom).

And that’s pertly the reality of the situation, my life, and partly my self esteem problem, which is linked to my mental health.

Thank you, thank you so much for this gift that hurts me and everyone around me.

And all of this, is during what I can only describe as the best my life has been since I left home at 18. It’s been so, so much worse.

And this gift? This terrible, terrible gift has done so much worse and I still start to well up whenever I think about my friend Kirsty who killed herself just over a year ago.

This, of course, is all the bad things, what is the good? Can I attribute my poetry and writing, my drawings and weird watercolours to my mental health problems. Yes, no, maybe? Who knows, but if I had to give it up, and become a normal boring person, with a tidier house and a girlfriend/boyfriend, a kid and a dog, and Saturday nights in the pub, and watching soaps during the week, I think, I think I would.

Because I’d rather be with a loved one in a pub, than crying on my sofa, writing a rant about the gift that is my depression, anxiety and inability to be a useful member of society.

Of course, what I will say is this: If you think it’s a gift, relish it, use it, because you’re possbily better off than me.

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Real Dragons

Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net

There were flashes of colour over the grey city, like lightening, but swooping past windows catching the eye of every inhabitant in the tall tower blocks. No one was sure where there came from at first, there was a gap in the universe, and they appeared over the roofs and satellite dishes, their reflections in some of the highly polished glass set in the office blocks. Faces soon appeared, pushing curtains back and opening windows briefly, pressing faces up against the glass, or peering from behind sofas and armchairs.


Aderyn, bright red and laughing, the sound a screech, stuck her talons into the side of one building, bits of bricks and concrete falling to the pavement, smashing into the tarmac. She wanted to put her head into one of the windows, but no one would open up, no one would even come close and she chuckled again, calling out to Idris, flapping his green wings slowly so could hover above her, watching.


“They are afraid of me.”


“Come away from there Aderyn,” Urien called out, his voice deep enough to cause a slight ripple in the air, the last of the sunlight from the little town they had left behind shining on his hide, changing it from black to purple. The largest of the four, Urien made Heddwyn look tiny in comparison, the little dragon was still growing, his hide still pale, with spindly legs and small wings, barely a year old but had followed the others through to the other universe anyway and would’ve followed his brother Idris into the darkness.


In their town, in the centre of the little community, they were waved off, four dragons off on an adventure, passing through the gap that had appeared on the edge of their known space, past the houses and flowers. They would be missed, people were be afraid they would never return, but Urien was determined, confident even, that he would survive, they would all survive.


On the streets of the grey city, people were screaming, the sound low at first, but building steadily as more people looked up, more people realised what they were seeing.


Real dragons.


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Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net


Cannes kissed skin,

but not by me

I crave the chance

to touch and take in

those little sighs, stolen,

not belonging to me,

but to the man

on your arm when you leave,

kiss on his cheek

not on my lips.

Jealousy does not strike

I’m not really

the envious type,

just a dreamer with desires

sparked by skin and smiles

sad words in your soft voice,

my own sad sighs,

I know what I’m missing.

I’m a woman of easy attractions

encouraged by continued affection,

you always take the seat

next to mine

though I always offer,

just to be sure

the connection is continued

if only for two hours

every two weeks

and I sigh as we break apart.



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Days Off

Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net

Like the rest of the normal working humans I take the weekends off.

Except I don’t work.

Well, I don’t have a job, doesn’t mean the rest of the week isn’t hard work. So I take the weekend off from trying, from being a normal human, sociable, awake, whatever.

Everything is a challenge, trying to sleep, being asleep, waking up, getting up, being up. Seeing people, being surrounded by people, talking to people. Leaving the flat, being in the flat. Everything has it’s own issue, and while they’re not all constant, because if they were, I’d be a gibbering wreck, but still every day has it’s own little thing.

So at the weekend, I don’t try. Don’t go out, don’t bother, don’t do anything. I spend at least Saturday being the social outcast/hermit I desperately want to be at times. I sleep in late, leave me phone on silent, don’t go out further than the little shop at the bottom of the hill. I don’t tidy up, or eat properly, or do anything properly really. I suffer through the panic and depression without actually doing anything, I don’t fight against the pull on my heart, my concentration, the ache in my legs.

I nap.

I don’t nap, I should never nap, it screws up my body clock cause it stops me from sleeping at night. Not that I usually sleep well at night, but still, on occasion at the weekend, I risk it all and nap. Not often, because of everything, the insomnia causes me more stress over the week than anything else sometimes. Anxiety is worse when I sleepless, the depression too, so sleep is pretty important.

I don’t go out on Saturdays often, or I try not to, Saturdays are the busiest days, out in the real world at least. Instead of subjecting myself to the increased population of  Aberystwyth and it’s surrounding areas, I stay inside stay away, take the day off from the twists and turns through tourists.

Anyway, so, I take the weekend off, cause sometimes, everything else is as hard work as my full time job was. Except, while I was working full time, I was also going through all this crap too. No wonder I was drinking, self-harming, and generally loosing the plot.

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Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net

Used ink for the first time, which sounds odd, but I mean ink from a bottle and a nib.

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On the beach

Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net

The beach, while empty in this picture, is full of kids today. And while I’m not against an empty beach, there is something satisfying about a beach full of people enjoying themselves. I tend to go before the adults come to drink on the beach in the early evening, I find that a little unsettling. Not sure why.

But right now, in the middle of the day it’s nice, not peaceful in any way, but nice.

And I have a book, and some water, and some painkillers. What more could I need?

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