to the ashram. I need some help with all this. I need to be somewhere they understand psychosis and don’t try to interpret everything for you.
Pray for me, all my friends and family. I don’t really know what’s happening to me. I’m OK but this stuff is puzzling and never seems to reach a conclusion. And that’s the killer.
Love
Liz
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I started my first novel, aged 8, in a draughty vicarage, finishing it 14 years later. My first poem emerged on a Sussex beach in 1965, but I didn’t return to poetry until 2007: I’m still trying to find out why.
I have published short stories, poems and reviews and am a recognised performance poet. I’ve been married 21 years and have two children, Holly, 20 and Daniel, 17; but my husband now wants to be known as female. My struggles with this and its effects on my writing, are the springboard for short stories and a radio play.
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