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Locked Doors

I was a small child, shivering in the cold of the chilly workshop. In those days I was quick and clever, but not old enough to understand the games my Daddy played. Now, looking back, I think his favourite part Was waiting there, lips curled as if to mock; watching despair cast hooks into my heart when I found the door was closed and locked. My stocism was a point of pride amidst the shame. The thought of it sustains me even...

Uniting the Child

This child is happy, laughing, delighting in all the beauty that the world has to offer. That child is hurt, alone, in pain and fear. Waiting every night for the monster who comes not from under the bed but walks through the door as if he owns this house because, of course, he does. This broken child lives within me and my task in healing is to unite her and make her whole again.

The Demon

Fiery soul in the pit of creation grasping control from the stolen oblation reality haunts us morality taunts us darkness escapes into deep meditation Eyes of a demon reflect indignation persisting resisting eternal damnation reality haunts you morality taunts you death’s dark and tainted with glorification

The Person I’m Not

Feel the hurt inside of me, Feel the pressure rise. I look into the mirror, Tears falling down my face. I’m not the person I want to be, Nothing but an image of disgrace. I want to be the one, You wish for me to be. But it’s so hard to be that person, When that’s not my personality. You want so much, I have so little. I want to be the one YOU are, But instead I’m the one I am. Why am I different, not the same as...

Darkness is in my Soul

Darkness wraps around my soul, Shredding me to pieces. Killing everything I was, Everything I’m meant to be. Sometimes the darkness pulls me up, Just to drop me down. It kills the soul and life I have, Making everything around seem sad. All the warmth and kindness fades away, Leaving nothing for me to make it through the day. The darkness steals that which is me, But one day I’ll finally be free.

Depression

A dark chasm opens its yawning mouth and it tries to swallow me whole as I fight its blackening advance into oblivion but it bears down on me so I run but I am going nowhere and I look behind me to see its gaping void whisper how hungry it is and horror fills my exploding heart as I fall into the black pit of quiet terror…

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RIP Patrick Barr 1958 – 2009

It is with regret that we announce the sad passing of Patrick Barr, former founder member of Safe Haven and my previous husband, on 23rd April 2009. Patrick died very suddenly at his home in Cardiff which he shared with his partner of two years and their respective sons. Although Patrick and I had our differences in the last few years, I had enormous respect for his strength of will and courage in facing his own issues and reaching out to other survivors. He will be greatly missed by many, including his son, Simon. Anyone wishing for more details can feel free to email me.