The Chipmunka Anthology (Volume Two) - Various
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p>Volume Two of the Chipmunka Anthology contains four stories very different by equally inspiring stories of mental health empowerment. It includes: Description: A journey into madness Alistair McIntrye has written a beautifully simple and honest description of how he first experienced the symptoms of his schizophrenia, of how he felt about these experiences and of how he came into contact with mental health services. His story continues with stays in hospital and with his eventual recovery and marriage. Alistair's anecdotal account is extremely witty and his message one of hope. "I wrote this…mehr

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p>Volume Two of the Chipmunka Anthology contains four stories very different by equally inspiring stories of mental health empowerment. It includes: Description: A journey into madness Alistair McIntrye has written a beautifully simple and honest description of how he first experienced the symptoms of his schizophrenia, of how he felt about these experiences and of how he came into contact with mental health services. His story continues with stays in hospital and with his eventual recovery and marriage. Alistair's anecdotal account is extremely witty and his message one of hope. "I wrote this story of mine so people could have some insight into what thoughts, feelings and experiences a person has when they develop schizophrenia."-Alistair McIntyre EXTRACT Description: Analgesia Analgesia is a two-part journey conveying the memories and experiences of life battling againist clinical depression and anorexia nervosa, expressed through poetry. This is a collection of vivid recollections, raw at times, yet honestly portrayed through these 64 poems. EXTRACT
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Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stocking was hung by the chimney with care, In the that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;