#Extract #Glasshouse by Morwenna Blackwood #BlogTour @MorwennaBlackw1 @rararesources

I am delighted to share an extract with you today for Glasshouse by Morwenna Blackwood

Now if I carry out this oath, and break it not, may I gain for ever reputation among all men for my life and for my art; but if I break it and forswear myself, may the opposite befall me.
~ from the Hippocratic Oath (translated by WHS Jones)

Psychiatrists, Drs Whittle and Grosvenor, have dedicated their lives to helping their patients, but their approach, and the complications it reveals, lead them into relationships that harm not only themselves. 

As their lives entangle, both men find that doing no harm is not as cut-and-dried as they perceived.

Can the patients in their care really trust them? Or are more sinister motives at work?

Delve into the dark world of psychiatric institutions where doctors and residents play a dangerous game where no one is infallible!

Extract from Morwenna Blackwood’s Glasshouse

This extract is taken from early on in the novel, where we get some of Lizzie’s back-story…

Everything became real- or at least documented – years ago. I was in my mid-teens, making my lonely way to the doctor, wearing ripped jeans and an old blazer of my mum’s that she used to wear to work. I was crying, as usual. It was raining heavily and all the colours in the world had been mushed into a green, brown and grey slop. I was soaked by the time I arrived at the surgery, so my tears were disguised, although my eyes must have been puffy and red. I’d cultivated a habit of going to the doctor in recent months, with aches and pains, insomnia, dizziness. This time I didn’t know whether the doctor was the right person to tell, but I needed to tell someone. I thought I was going mad. I couldn’t stop crying, and I had no reason to cry. I felt alienated from the world – my family, the lyrics in songs, my books, the things my friends were talking about, the things I was learning at school. I was pretty sure I was going to die before I reached twenty, and I was pretty sure how. The worst thing was that my mind was jumping around, and I was kind of remembering things that couldn’t possibly have happened. I couldn’t even describe it properly. I thought I might have schizophrenia. I was hoping I had schizophrenia.

I didn’t have schizophrenia, and I was gutted. If I’d had a proper illness, that would have been the end of it. But the doctor just diagnosed me with clinical depression, gave me a prescription for Prozac, and referred me to a psychiatrist. I went to my appointment, hoping the man in the white coat would lock me up, but he’d been in a tweed suit, not a white coat, and hadn’t looked that much older than me. He said I’d had a flashback of being sexually abused, and that had affected me profoundly, but if I kept taking my medication, and focused on my studies instead of my ‘intrusive thoughts’, there was no reason why I wouldn’t feel better and be able to live a full life. But I didn’t feel any better.

The years passed and I still didn’t feel any better, so I stopped taking my tablets and saved them up instead. The night before my twentieth birthday, I went down by the river and forced myself to drink a pint of vodka while swallowing as many of my tablets as I could. Then I jumped off the bridge. I remember lots of screaming and shouting, and when the red-and-white-striped life ring splashed onto the water near me, I turned my face away and waited to drown. But the river carried me downstream only as far as the weir, where I got stuck and someone dragged me out. I ended up in A&E after that and was later transferred to a residential psychiatric care home in Bishopsham, called The Stables.

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Author Bio –

When Morwenna Blackwood was six years old, she got told off for filling a school exercise book with an endless story when she should have been listening to the teacher/eating her tea/colouring with her friends. The story was about a frog. It never did end; and Morwenna never looked back.

Born and raised in Devon, Morwenna suffered from severe OCD and depression, and spent her childhood and teens in libraries. She travelled about for a decade before returning to Devon. She now has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Exeter, and lives with her husband, son and three cats in a cottage that Bilbo Baggins would be proud of. Her debut psychological thriller, The (D)Evolution of Us, is published by #darkstroke, and has become an Amazon best-seller. When she is not writing, Morwenna works for an animal rescue charity, or can be found down by the sea.

She often thinks about that frog.

Social Media Links –

Twitter – @MorwennaBlackw1

Instagram – morwennablackwood_

Facebook – Morwenna Blackwood page

Website – www.morwennablackwoodauthor.com

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