Westwood House Poem
The big wide world's, a scary place
To hide away, never show my face
When I first went, to Westwood House
I was so scared, quiet as a mouse
I did silk paintings, and glass ones too
It felt so good, to try something new
And now I feel better, inside myself
Hard to believe, how it helped my health
About this poem
Westwood house is a place in Hastings I used to go years ago to help me with a few of my problems, I am not even sure if they run the same services for those with mental health problems there anymore. The thing I enjoyed most was woodwork, not that I was very good at it, but it was fun all the same.
Official description: Wetswood House Day Services operates a group treatment programme on a sessional basis, working with people in the recovery phase of a mental illness to enable them to regain skills and achieve their goals. The group programme consists of a variety of practical, activity-based groups and talking groups including creative therapies, healthy eating, support groups and anxiety management. Referrals are accepted via Access and Response Team or the community mental health teams.