I love to travel. I especially love to walk.

I think that travel and exploration help to strengthen my faith and expand my mind. When I was younger I was a home bird, I didn’t want to go anywhere. I was content to stay at home, huddled up in my room.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being at home. I love lounging around in my domain with my things and my creature comforts. However, I love being at home even more when I’ve recently been away.

I’m very lucky to live in a beautiful place in an old country. There’s history everywhere around here, and I love to explore it.

I think that wandering strengthens my faith. It allows me to see and appreciate the past and the present. I can get up close and personal with nature, something that is getting increasingly harder to do in this modern world. This makes me feel wonderfully calm and peaceful. Seeing the wilderness of the moors or the raw power of the sea connects me instantly to the Gods.

Recently I’ve managed to start doing rituals again. This is something that I’ve been struggling with for a year or so now. I just seemed to stray from my faith, not in my beliefs, but in taking time to observe them. After getting back into the swing of things I feel ten times better. I feel relaxed, at peace and with a confidence about my future and the world around me.

I’ve also been making time to have little breaks and spend time away from home. I’m so glad for every weekend away that I have. Exploring and travelling- even when I’m not that far away from home- gives me a perspective and a curiosity that helps me to enjoy and appreciate both my faith and my life.

Travel can widen our horizons, I think that we all need experiences of losing ourselves somewhere new, exploring and finding our place in the world. For me, travel feels like a gift from the Gods, it allows me to see the world that they have helped up create.


Wren x

Thoughts on ‘Broadmoor: Part Two’

What this episode really focussed on was the future for patients of Broadmoor, it looked into the options they have as they recover.

Mental illness is an illness, therefore it is treatable. It can get better (or worse) and people can even recover completely. This means that even the patients on the highest security wards could eventually be treated and released back into the community.

I think this is something that will unnerve a lot of people, they see Broadmoor as somewhere ‘mad’ people are sent to be locked away. Just like anyone who is sent to prison for murder, these patients will eventually be released. In a way, surely they’re safer than a mentally healthy person who has committed a crime and gone to prison?

If the mental illness is what’s making them commit crimes, then treating it will mean that they don’t offend any more.

As they get better they’re moved from post to post, gradually being sent to wards that have more freedom and less security. Eventually they will be sent to units outside Broadmoor.

Something the programme also highlighted was the risk faced by staff and the training that they are given. It showed the nurses being taught how to control patients using riot techniques. Staff at Broadmoor at taught techniques that very few others nurses ever have to know.

There was also debate about medication in this episode. Medication is such a difficult issue, it can help a lot but will never make things all better- it also comes with some awful side effects. You won’t know truly how it feels to be on medication for mental illness until you’ve been there yourself. Does medication make someone ‘safe’? I think it helps, but it’s not the only answer. The general public seem to see it as being the only answer, which is a frustrating misconception. Medication can help a lot, it can also make you worse. It varies from person to person.

Something else that was brought up was the issue of psychosis and consent. The whole problem of any kind of psychosis is that you think your behaviour is normal, and therefore you will refuse any treatment. You can’t understand that you need help.

What is really striking is that nearly all of the patients in the programme seem to have experienced abuse as children. Maybe we should be directing more resources into looking out for vulnerable children? Perhaps this is something that could prevent mental health problems in the next generation. Of course, this wouldn’t account for everyone who experiences mental health problems, but it could be a start.

Finally, they brought up the point that Broadmoor and the mental health services in general provide a safe place, a structure for their patients, which could make them reluctant to leave. This is something that’s been noted in prisoners as well. Being in a unit gives them routine, a place to sleep, regular meals and safety.

’til next time,

Wren x


Who’s Afraid of Will Cornick?

In Leeds on the 28th April a fifteen year old boy murdered his teacher by repeatedly stabbing her in the back. He did this in the middle of a lesson, with little warning. She eventually died from her injuries.

The boy’s name is Will Cornick, now aged sixteen he has been convicted of murder and sentenced to life in prison; that’s a minimum of twenty years.

As expected the press have reacted by labelling him as ‘psychotic’, ‘evil’, ‘deranged’ and ‘psychopathic’.

The interesting thing is that after extensive time with psychiatrists it has been concluded that he is neither psychotic nor psychopathic. The current evidence seems to suggest that he has an emerging personality disorder. What’s incredibly interesting is that Will Cornick, whilst certainly displaying the lack of remorse and empathy that we associate with ‘psychopaths’, completely lacks other indicators.

The main thing that seems to be confusing people is that he had a seemingly happy home life with supportive parents- so supportive that they stood with him in the dock during the court case.

He was a clever, quiet but enthusiastic boy who seems to have slipped under the radar for most of his life. He’d never hurt anyone before and had no history of mental health problems or violence. He was as normal as you or I.

As well as this his name has been made public- something that is certainly not standard procedure- for him ‘life’ will mean life. He’ll never be able to get away from what he did, he’ll always be the evil, remorseless, psycho killer.

The judge who chose to make Cornick’s name public stated that he did so as he felt that it would be in the best interests of the public. In doing so he’s assured that his boy will never be able to move past this. I’m not saying that this is necessarily a good or bad thing, I’m just stating the facts.

The public attitude towards this case has been overwhelming, maybe I just feel like that because I live right next door to Leeds, but everywhere I look his mug-shot seems to be staring out at me.

What I really want to address about this case is the way that Will Cornick has been struck off by society. He’s been labelled a ‘psychopath’ and a monster. I’m not saying that what he did was in any way excusable, I’m just saying that we’ve written off a sixteen year old boy, we’ve put him in a box and tried to convince ourselves that he’s ‘evil’.

Guess what? I don’t think evil exists. I think that we’re terrified of this boy, and we’re not terrified of him because of the things that he’s done- we’re terrified because he was ‘normal’, he could have been our son, our brother, our friend, our nephew, our cousin, our boyfriend. So we label him as a ‘psycho’ because we need to assure ourselves that he’s not like us, he’s one of the mental people and we could never, ever know anyone like him.

People are baffled at the fact that he came from an apparently happy home. Right, because only people who spent their childhoods being beaten and raped can ever have any kind of mental health problem? Only people who’ve exhibited violent tendencies in the past can commit murder? Only ‘mental people’ can kill others in cold blood?

I have no doubt that there’s more to this boy than meets the eye, especially in terms of this mental health. What angers and frustrates me is that whilst we claim to live in one of the most enlightened and advanced countries in the world we still think that it’s okay to condense someone into the word ‘psycho’.

We are absolving ourselves of any kind of social responsibility. He has mental health problems, maybe the government should be putting more funding into the mental health services so that people with problems can be spotted and treated before they escalate?

Oh, of course, silly me… that’s not how things work at all. We just need to label him as ‘evil’, convince ourselves we’re good people who wouldn’t do anything like that and move on with our lives.

He may have emerging mental health problems but Will Cornick is not a psychopath. He has a good family and a good education. In those respects he reminds me of a lot of my friends… and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we’re so scared of him.

For more information click here, here, here and here.

’til next time,

Wren x

Thoughts on ‘Broadmoor: Part One’

For those not in the UK, Broadmoor is a high security psychiatric hospital. It has a sinister reputation and is well-known for not allowing cameras behind its doors. No-one really knows what happens in there, it seems to retain an imposing reputation as a place where people go and never return.

Tonight the first of a two-part documentary series on the hospital, entitled ‘Broadmoor’, was shown on ITV. These are my thoughts on the issues raised in the programme.

It’s very odd to watch, Broadmoor seems to straddle a line between being a prison and a hospital- never quite committing to either role. Personally I found it a little jarring having to remind myself that the people shown were patients… and then five minutes later having to remind myself that the people shown were prisoners…

Something that, sadly, didn’t surprise me was the amount of references to self harm, I think self harm is a problem that appears often both on psych wards and in prisons. When you take away control from people they react by giving themselves control over something else. The programme showed items that the prisoners (patients?) had managed to make into weapons- something that anyone with a history of self harm will be able to identify with.

Another point that was brought up was whether the prisoners were perpetrators or victims. On one hand they were clearly all in there for a reason, they’d committed crimes- generally of a violent or sexual nature- but on the other they all seemed to be victims of crime. If people hadn’t raped or assaulted or abused or neglected them, they probably wouldn’t have committed the crimes that they did. It’s very tempting to feel desperately sorry for them… but at the end of the day the cycle of violence and hurt has to be broken somehow.

Food was another key aspect to life in Broadmoor. It seems that food is one of the few freedoms that these patients (prisoners?) have, and combined with medication it generally leads to weight problems in most of the prisoners. I can understand completely where the feelings of food being linked to freedom come from. A lot of people develop unhealthy eating habits because they revel in having control over something. As well as that, comfort eating is a tactic that I’m sure we’ve all engaged in at some point in our lives.

A point that I’ve also toyed gently with on here is the idea of psychotic disorders and whether someone suffering from them can make decisions about their own life. At the end of the day, our realities are all different- but I think that they operate on the same plane. Those who suffer from psychotic disorders have a different plane. It’s a subject that makes me uncomfortable, I don’t know when I’m happy to draw the line and say that someone can’t make decisions about their life. I’m someone who is highly spiritual but also who has a history of delusions and hallucinations. Can I be trusted to make sensible ‘normal’ decision about my life?

Putting someone in Broadmoor is both expensive and time-consuming. Whilst these people can be treated and recover it does take a long time. Mental health problems can’t be cured by medication, they can be helped along a great deal, but therapy and care is needed in order to get someone back on their feet properly. It takes time. We live in a society that loves quick fixes; whilst mental illnesses do get better, it can take years.

One thing that struck me about the programme is that all of the prisoners (patients?) faces were blurred. They couldn’t give consent to be filmed themselves because they were not deemed mentally stable enough. This gives the whole documentary a slightly unnerving edge to it.

Finally I want to mention the professionalism of the staff, it could be the way that the documentary was shot, but personally I think that they seemed to do a brilliant job. They remained calm and professional throughout, I don’t know that I could do what they do, and so I have the upmost respect for them.

’til next time,

Wren x

Why I’ll Never Be a Heroine in YA Literature

I wear make-up.

I don’t like trousers.

I paint my nails.

I love lipstick.

According to most young adult novels this would make me decidedly not leading lady material.

I mean, on one hand, I get it. It’s rallying against the preconceived ideas of what women should be, it’s also a move to appeal to girls who feel alienated by the ‘popular’ clique at school. We all know that clique, right? The perfect hair, lots of make-up, full of social power, group?

Why are all heroines naturally beautiful? Why are they all petite and shy and bookish? Why do I feel like a social anomaly?

I’ve always been an avid reader, books were my refuge as I was growing up. I lived vicariously through heroines and their adventures. I felt free when I was reading. I saw a future full of possibilities and freedom. As I grew up and created a real life for myself I made choices about who I was that clashed with what books had taught me.

I love red lipstick. I love to wear dresses and skirts. Those are choices that I’ve made, I’ve spent a long period of my life wearing trousers and no make-up. I frequently have make-up-less days, and by that I don’t just mean days where I sit around the flat doing work, I mean days where I run errands and go to work.

If I can’t be bothered to wear make-up. dress nicely or do my hair then I don’t. But most days I enjoy it. That’s feminism for me, that’s freedom.

I feel like I can’t identify with heroines in young adult novels any more, which is sad, because I still enjoy them. I want to be able to lose myself in a world and I can’t.

It makes me uncomfortable that in order to be taken seriously as a woman you have to be a tomboy. I used to be a tomboy, I’m not anymore. Although we’ve come on in leaps and bounds it seems that we’re still struggling to get the balance right, why can’t I be an intelligent, strong, kick-arse woman who wears lipstick and heels?

The balance that we’re trying to reach is hard, but we can do it. Women are people, we’re not stereotypes. Let’s stop generalising and create believable characters who are just as complex as real women.

’til next time,

Wren x


Today is Samhain; the day when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest (well, apart from Beltane) and spirits can pass through.

I love Samhain, it’s the part of the year that I feel most at home with. I love the darkness and the way that it can creep and consume us if we’re not careful. At this time of year we become more and more aware of the power of nature and how, even now, we’re controlled by it.

I just switched the lights on. I’ve been trying to fight the darkness all day, I don’t think it really got light today. I went out for a bit and have come back to find the flat in darkness. So the lights are on, I’m typing this up and then I’ll be heading to the store to pick up something for tea and some apples for my rituals.

It’s been a long time since I performed a Pagan ritual. I feel kind of bad about that- however, I think it was necessary. I have some time set aside tonight to go all out and do what I used to do on Samhain.

So, what finally kicked me out of the lazy rut I’ve been in for the past year or so?

The Gods.

I felt strange on Tuesday, I can’t really put it onto words, there was just something off. I lit some candles- candles that I’ve only actually used a few times- and one went out.

Okay, I’ll elaborate a little.

I have two identical pillar candles that I keep on my altar. The represent the Lord and the Lady. They’re almost identical in every way and have only been lit a handful of times. They were burning for about half an hour or so before one of them started to fizz loudly, it crackled and spluttered before going out completely.

I tried everything to relight it, I checked the wick and scraped away some of the wax, I tried moving it and making sure that it wasn’t being affected by the open window… eventually I called it a day and just left it.

A couple of hours later I tried again, and it lit with no problems.

For me this was like a wake-up call. I read my tarot cards, they gave me an insight into a few personal things that I need to think about, and sat for a while looking out at the sky and thinking about my Gods.

I was reminded strongly that whilst the Gods are always with me, they are powerful- more powerful than I could ever be or ever imagine. I love my faith, if I were to walk away from the Gods they would let me go, but I feel that they were offering me a gentle reminder of their power and how close the other-world is.

Have a blessed Samhain,

Wren x

An Explanation + Scarborough

Lately I’ve been missing out on doing posts on Wednesdays, this is due to a combination of factors such as crap internet, crap wordpress and crap mental state.

To be perfectly honest I just haven’t really been very inspired to write about anything on Wednesdays. I left this day as a day where I could post about anything that I wanted… and it ended up turning into a day where I posted about serious things. I was putting a bit of pressure on myself to write three big articles a week. I’ll be clear, writing them wasn’t the problem, thinking of what to write about was.

I felt like I was putting out half-arsed content. So from now on I’m going to relax and try to write something more light-hearted and casual on Wednesdays.

To entertain you whilst I work out what exactly I will be writing on Wednesdays I give you a selection of pictures from Scarborough that I took over the weekend: