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Life-Line

Tom Miller

Spiralling downwards, surface getting darker
So what if I die, I’m not alive
No job, no money, no-one, nothing
I need to escape, can’t bear to be here

Sinking lower, being pulled under
Pain numbing, wrapped up against the world
Safe now, no thoughts, no worries
Spiralling downwards, surface getting darker

Rising back up, breath drawing in
Don’t want to be here
Just a shell with no soul
Back in the world with no place for me

Out in the open, people avoid me
No more money for comfort
Maybe I can persuade the doctor
Something until I get what I need

They can’t help, nobody can
I’m lost in a whirlpool dragging me down
I’m nothing
One day I will drown

They say they care and want to help me
Someone who cares whether I live or die
They say there are others and others like me
Places to go, people to talk to

Not spiralling downwards
Head above water
Part-time job and someone to call a friend
It might not seem much, but it’s something to live for

A patient I met during GP attachment inspired this piece of writing. The patient came with the intention of getting some Diazepam, however, due to the extremely well conducted consultation by the GP, the patient ended up attending an Addiction Help Centre, which beforehand they didn’t think would be able to support them.
The poem is intended to describe the move through hopelessness and drug abuse through to a positive outlook passing through the ‘simple’ intervention of a caring GP.
The last paragraph is an optimistic look to the future, where the individual has been able to address their addiction and secure employment, plus social interaction, through the help of the drug project.
The accompanying illustration depicts the story. It presents the GP throwing a ‘lifeline’ to the patient who is trapped in a downward spiral, pulling them down. It illustrates how patients must play an active part in helping themselves, but we, as doctors, should be there to facilitate and enable this.

Whole Person Care – Year One