From the Inside Out
A warm, slightly unhinged welcome to my corner of the internet — where Caribbean sunshine meets fluorescent hospital lighting, and we use humour and honesty to talk about what really happens on psychiatric wards.
What this blog is about
This blog started in a hospital bed, somewhere between the 4 a.m. observations and the third “Are you sure you took your meds?” of the morning. I’m a Caribbean woman trying to make sense of a system that often doesn’t quite know what to do with women like me — except label, sedate, and move on to the next patient.
Here you’ll find stories from the ward, reflections on mental health, and a generous sprinkling of sarcasm. Think of it as group therapy, if group therapy came with better snacks, more honesty, and fewer clipboards.
I write about my experiences in psychiatric hospitals as a Black Caribbean woman — the small absurdities, the big injustices, and the moments of connection that somehow make it all bearable. If you’ve ever felt like the only sane person in a very strange system, you’re in the right place.
And yes, I do occasionally take the piss out of myself — because sometimes the only way to survive the madness is to laugh at it. Dark humour is my coping mechanism; if it’s yours too, we’ll get along just fine.
A touch of home: Trinidad & Tobago
My roots are in Trinidad and Tobago, and this space honours that — the colour, the rhythm, the joy, and the stubborn refusal to dim our light, even when the system tries its best.
A version of me in buddha pose because im just too angry ‘apparently’
These images are little acts of rebellion — reminders that I come from a culture of rhythm, resistance, and joy. Even when the notes are off-key, the beat never really stops.
Start reading the blog
If you’re ready for honest stories about psychiatric hospitals, told through a Caribbean lens with equal parts vulnerability and dark humour, head over to the blog.