At twenty-seven years of age, Seán was a broken man. The trauma of what he witnessed and the effects of his near drowning caused him a severe emotional and psychic collapse, the ripples of which washed up against him – sometimes pulling him back under – for the rest of his life. His bi-polar disorder produced a curious older man; someone who would laugh with all the joy of life and sink into the bleakest recesses of the valley of the shadow of death – sometimes in the same day.
Days can pass terribly slowly on a ward. Speeding them up and otherwise making them bearable takes a great deal of our energy. Thinking about home, and our lives outside of the hospital – as it might be in prison – is not altogether a helpful thing. We are in hospital. A zombie invasion has … Continue reading Bromancing on Valentine’s Day