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The Smiler, taken on my secret Alton Towers trip

There’s a story I haven’t told you all, one that I felt I couldn’t at the time. It’s my secret Alton Towers trip, and it happened on 28th May 2019. I’ve had two jobs in the NHS: clinical support worker in Gynaecology Outpatients (GOPD) and support worker in a Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU). On 18th August 2019, I made a post about starting my role in GOPD and what my fears were off the back of my job in the PICU. Those fears weren’t necessary as I enjoyed working in GOPD. What’s not obvious in that post is that I hadn’t been in work for nearly three months. Matt – my fiancĂ© – and I had had an amazing day at Alton Towers on 27th May. We’d played a joke on Dave with a Wicker Man sticker, ridden rollercoasters in the rain and set a new personal record for…

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Walking down a path to choose joy in my recreation of The Smiler uniform

Seems like an odd statement, to dedicate my life to joy with all things considered. Perhaps, though, that’s why it’s actually the perfect thing to do. I made a start on this endeavour on Saturday 25th April 2020. My birthday on the 23rd had been more amazing than I could’ve wished for, considering I wasn’t at Alton Towers; I was at virtual Alton Towers instead. Of course, it makes perfect sense to want to continue that feeling of happiness. I’ve known for nearly eighteen months about my power to make others happy just by being me. I do believe we all have a power, it’s just that some haven’t yet realised what theirs is. I’ve said about using mine in partnership with art for ages. Now, I’m going one step further. I’m not just making people happy through my art anymore: everything I do from now on will be in…

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Around the 23rd October, I was passively suicidal. Whilst I didn’t actually want to die and had no intent, my head was filled with the thoughts of it. “I want to die.” “I should just kill myself.” “I’m a waste of space.” “I don’t know why you love me because I’m a horrible person.” I laid under a thick throw and wondered if I would run out of oxygen and suffocate. And as the oxygen percentage in the air under the throw started to decrease, I started to panic and squirm a bit. My fiancĂ© came and hugged me through the throw, but I didn’t pull it off. Didn’t ask for him to pull it off. Just hoped that he eventually would without me saying so. And he did. I don’t know if I actually would have suffocated under the throw but after that experience and the panic that I…

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Yesterday, I went to Alton Towers for the fifth time this year and, while this blog is now dedicated to my artistic ventures, I couldn’t let it go unsaid just how BRILLIANT the day was! I can’t explain it. It was heaving! Th13teen and Rita, who normally run at queue times of 40-50 minutes at peak, were 70+; Wicker Man, once everyone had got in the park, was happily holding a queue time of an hour and a half; and The Smiler was much the same. In fact, Alton Towers kicked the closing time an hour later, to 6pm, because at quarter to five, the queue times for some of the park’s biggest rides were still well over an hour! You’d have thought with all of this, it would have been a horrible, stressful and frustrating day. You couldn’t be further from the truth. We started the day, at 8:40,…

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