My Mental Health

Certain things I've experienced, suffered through and discovered about myself, through my younger years to my homeless years...specific traits have become evident and crept through the surface. Obviously, mental health isn't something I'm aware of as a youth, especially coming from the Caribbean community, despite being a second generation Black Briton. It's only when my life took me down the marriage and homeless path, that I became acquainted with mental health and its many branches - however, root causes are more elusive...

I have very few (inanimate) memories of my 6 years in my birthplace of West Yorkshire, it's only when I was moved to London close to my ************, that I became aware of myself and the early demonstration of my creative gene, or my "God-given" gift as others would call it.

Since the system doesn't allow me to access professional diagnoses and my so-called "family" are too ignorant to recognise what it is, I've educated myself enough to realise I'm on the Autistic Spectrum and have (Social) Anxiety for as long as I can remember...I also smaller degrees of OCD, ADHD & PTSD. Since the passing of my stepfather, I've become depressed...I'm left-handed which means I'm right-brain dominant (the creative & intuitive side), this is amplified by the creative gene inherited from my paternal side. My imagination is my best friend and my worst enemy, it aids my creativity, but fuels my darkside. I can get completely lost in my mind and its carousel of images, thoughts, desires and made-up scenarios my autistic brain has wishes to bring to the forefront.