Poetry by The Care Kid to raise money towards an MSc.
When I was a young child and then later as a young man, I wrote a lot of poetry to express difficult emotions. I’d write a lot of things I struggled to say: the sadness, the hopes and the jaded disappointment I’d felt from so easily in my young life. I wrote a lot of longing, and belonging, of non-existent family and the loneliness of life in care. I wasn’t able to handle my emotions well, much preferring to rebel. But poetry gave me a release for all those things. Putting pen to paper was my way of letting out everything I’d be too scared to show. If I showed my vulnerability, I knew it was game over for me. Maybe now, I can find my muse for writing again to raise some much needed funds to start the next phase of my education. I’m so determined to recommence an MSc after illness. Without family to rely on, i’m looking at any and every way to help me achieve my dreams.
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Welcome to my site which I’ve put together as a therapeutic way of dealing with some difficult issues of the past such as childhood trauma, institutionalisation and alcohol addiction. I promise to be open and candid as much as possible otherwise what’s the point right?
In a nutshell, I recently graduated with a BSc (Hons) in Psychology. I’m 35 and live in Manchester, United Kingdom.
Due to difficulties of my past, I’ve used alcohol as a crutch over the years to celebrate and to commiserate, when I’m happy and when I’m sad, through the good times and the bad. Only now, it’s gone from being fun and enjoyable and is actually having a detrimental effect on my health, both physically and mentally. So I want to try and stop completely but this has been harder than anticipated. So I figured the best thing to do was to write about it. To free myself of the burden.
Glad to see you here and hope you’ll come along for the ride.