I had an encouraging conversation,
With a mental health person,
I’d met her at the mental health hospital in November,
During an acute crisis period,
And since the police contacted the hospital,
(This is pretty raw stuff 😆),
She’s been back in touch, including by email!
She is joint-best, if not the best,
Amongst the mental health professionals I’ve encountered,
(And you don’t even want to know what lies at the other end—
With potential scenarios from which there’d be no escape);
She’s working with me, communicating efficiently—
Setting up the phone calls with short emails,
With a time and place, I can be prepared,
And she’s agreed with my idea,
Of writing to the council,
“Get this man in his own fucking place away from those awful, awful fucking housemates!”,
I swear that’s how she phrased it,
She’s on my side,
And she’d said I could email her,
At any time 😮.
All of this means the world,
In this difficult situation,
And though, as ever, I can’t afford to hold my breath,
It makes it awfully easy to maintain the hopeful delusion!
She didn’t actually use those words— that was just another hopeful delusion 😉.