In the recession it was hard to find a job
So with my qualification
I’d got in a St James’ Secretarial College course
Whilst at the property company
I put my head down with pure dedication
My friend Harry helped me find a job
For a commercial real estate company
I was kind of broken from that fourth admission
Just to set the scene
What was coming and where I’d been
And so to the next chapter and all that entailed
Before I totally and utterly derailed
I was helping out the band Leika
In my free time
Taking photos
Going to gigs and learning the industry
I attended a friend’s engagement party
At a bar called Jerusalem in London
I went into the restaurant and saw
This Union Jack bandana
Hanging from a microphone
Facing me raw
I went to the party
The conversation was ring arty
But my attention was needed elsewhere
I went downstairs
To listen to the musicians play
And saw what that bandana had in store
I wasn’t quite sure at the time
What it was for
A guy named Longy playing the guitar
A trumpet player who played
With beauty and flair
I listened and I searched and looked into the music
I couldn’t walk away from this talent I heard
Something in the voice, the lyrics
I felt like a bird
For they challenged me
And questioned everything I was doing
‘Walk with Fire’
Oh so dire
Trying to understand the code to this guy’s song
It felt like a lifetime
A journey so long
So I stayed with them all night
Joking and fooling around
Going from bar to bar
Was this the band I’d been searching for?
Could I help them?
Literally no one had been listening
In the crowd but me
Could I get them their platform?
Where they deserved to be
The industry was in such a state
An unfair mess
I needed to do something
Creatively I must confess
My job was dull, corporate and dry
These boys had energy
Permission to try
So I followed him to his next two gigs
Ran up to the guy
And said maybe I can help
He brought me in
And a working relationship began
Up at the crack of dawn
Flying off emails
PA PALICE
Was born
It was a nickname I’d had for many a year
My brother first said it to me
So I held it close without fear
There was Longy, Feral Child, Morley, Jimmy Gunn, Palice and Glassman
Everyone had their name
Steal eyed focus
On the A game
I worked and I slept
And got them interviews
Radio plays
And then to the confidential excel spreadsheet
My friend in PR knew the value
I knew the beat
It was a golden briefcase
An envelope to everything
What we’d been needing
While Longy was bleeding
What came next will go down in the history books
It was 2014 and we had our eyes on Glastonbury
For the receivers and the press
Underestimated us even less
Who was to headline
That main stage festival?
Was it Longy? Who was to know
The articles were written
And yes he got to play there
Even supported The Who later
I was part of a team
Fulfilling someone else’s dream
But it gave me a purpose
A mission I was proud of
They now had a crowd
So I took a step back
For what they didn’t know
What I wasn’t allowed
I didn’t tell them my past
Why should they know?
Mire their focus
Lose sight and go
I started to gamble
I was noticing a change
Promiscuous, compulsive over spending
My brain didn’t feel right
I was getting provocative and angry
Losing my shit
The next thing that happened
Basically I behaved like a total tit
I didn’t feel respected or appreciated for my work
Glassman behaved like a total jerk
In fact, that behaviour came later
Give credit where credit’s due
He put a huge amount into that band
An interesting mind
Full of ideas
He certainly took the time
Ideas flying around Nando’s
And a boardroom meeting
At the company’s I was working for
The room had never been put
To such good use
We used the white board
And bounced the ideas around
It was magic
The fact it fell apart
To be honest, in hindsight
Was tragic
It was a great band but mistakes were made
Losing professionalism at certain opportunities
That came about
They had their own way of doing things
I didn’t agree
But being female
I kept my mouth shut
And decided to flee
Things got too much
My money was black jacked away
Longy’ll be fine
I knew he’d be ok
But I knew I needed to research
And find out the truth about Abilify
Why I was losing my way
The evidence was there
Written all over the web
Pathological gambling for people
Who’d never gambled before
Impulsive behaviour, promiscuity, overspending
I couldn’t believe the money I was lending
To all these casinos
And for all my woes
My instincts were right
In that acidic Abilify
The pharmaceutical giants had failed again
And continued to lie
Billion dollar law suits in the States
I needed help massively
But what to do?
I knew from my past
But this private psychiatrist
Hadn’t a clue
I saw him on my private medical insurance
At my new job
I was now an Executive Assistant
For a global private equity firm
They had no idea
I was just researching
There to learn
The companies behind their private projects
The ones that made Olanzapine
And the rest
I knew that I could be my best
So to be honest I just put them to the test
Got my head down
Put the hours in
At night, I would gamble
But eventually my psychiatrist hard stopped Abilify
He researched the drug
Found the evidence in the psychiatric journal
And so quickly the symptoms went away
No more gambling, compulsive over spending or impulsivity
No longer needing to stray
I requested no more anti psychotics
My brain was fried
I was angry and furious
But boy had I tried
He put me on Lamotrigine
A mood stabiliser
A drug supreme
Apparently so but not for me
My mood went up, down and side ways
At every hour I needed to flee
It doesn’t affect your weight
So I was sold
But fuck this story just gets boring and old
Due to hard stopping the meds
I was in hospital again
My fifth admission
Much more than a mission
It was just before Christmas in 2016
This time I was in the Priory in Bromley
A private hospital, I’d never been
Dr Hindler didn’t do what the other doctors had done
Inject me or dose me with what I truly hated
He gave me Lorazepam and I slept
Morning, midday, afternoon and night
For a week no less
I’d worked to the bone
This private equity firm had no idea about why I was there
I mean in the company
Learning what wasn’t fair
I left that hospital only after two weeks
I went back to my flat
And knew I wasn’t right yet
But that’s all the private medical insurance
Would cover
Tell one another
Another sorry mess
For they never cover what you confess
So what’s the bloody point
To any of this insurance at all
You can’t get the help
Even when you know you may fall
I was better by Christmas
But it wasn’t the end
I met a guy
We fell for each other
In a sexual way
I was all over the place
Having hard stopped the meds
He didn’t know what had hit him
Three months and it was over
Just before we broke up I met a girl in Malta
Used my gift to hear the spirits
And passed on a vital message
Forgot all about her and enjoyed the holiday
Until I saw her at the cafe
On my last day
‘You saved my life you know that day
I was gonna put rocks in my pockets
And jump off the cliff
No longer wanting to stay
What you said to me passed on from the other side
Made me realise I didn’t need to die
Or even fly
I can stay here and find my daughter
Thank you so much’
She put her hand to mine with a gentle touch
I knew I had a gift
I’d known for a while
But I tend to block it out
Not get distracted in life
They’re only over the rainbow
And I didn’t want it to cause me strife
The stress of the work
And the effect of Lamotrigine
Was making me sick
I quit my job quick
In such a unique way
Completely going mad
I knew I need not stay
So within a weekend
And a lot of trauma my brother saw
For the first time
I could see it in his eyes
It hit me to the core
2017 admission was the longest one yet
First failed tribunal
They learnt why I needed to win
So they kept me on Lamotrigine
And no anti psychotic
I got so damn ill
I left my body
They couldn’t find my pulse
I knew I had gone
How could I really explain it to them
What they hadn’t been taught
An out of body experience
Of course they wouldn’t know
So guess what happens next
They ask if I’ll take the drugs
I say no
But where they failed to go
Is tell me they’ll inject me
If I don’t take their drugs
A vital mistake
For what they truly take
Is part of your soul
When they inject you again
This time Paliperidol
And it took its toll
What I haven’t told you yet
Is that I would sing through every admission
The corridors had an echo
They would carry my voice
And I’d write and I’d dream
Writing poetry, prose and songs
Another one published it would seem
It was the worst admission
Because I couldn’t make my brother and sister-in-law’s wedding
No permission
Paliperidol affected my body so badly
Gaining weight
Sexual dysfunction
My prolactin was so high
I wasn’t having a baby
It was only when the GP noticed
That they even made a change
What a system to work with
These pathetic drugs
To me these giants
Were no more than mugs
They might be CEOs or billionaires to you
But to me they’re into making money
Not saving lives
That’s all and it’s true
Controlling a brain that they don’t understand
I left that admission when a patient
Became violent
She thought I was a police officer
And was determined to kill me
On 24 hour watch
She stared at me all day
I left her alone
But it was clear to see
This was all going to end in tears
I’m not one for being a martyr or fears
My mother intervened
And wrote a letter from America
Please send her home
With her father
She’ll be safe there
And well looked after
So I left that sixth admission
And guess what happens next
I met the man who I fell in love with
I’ll put that in the next chapter text
But I’m going to leave this for now
Enjoy my holiday
And wipe my brow
The main thing I haven’t mentioned
Is the overwhelming support from
My close family and friends
Their support never goes unnoticed
And my heart is full of love
They were certainly sent
From up above
What doesn’t kill you
Certainly makes you stronger
Maybe I didn’t feel like keeping it to myself
Any longer
I know due to the system
Not everyone will be fine
I’m interested in your story
This just happens to be mine
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