• Mair Elliott

I, Tigress

In the burning eyes.

Depths behind dark pupils,

I see familiarity rise,

The wild heart’s scruples.


the slopes of her body,

aware of her significance.

Her claws sharp, bloody.

For fools, naught but indifference

Her cool strut through heat,

She claims her space,

Honouring her own heartbeat

And the stripes adorning her face.


No ego for throne or glory.

Yet, unapologetic in defending

the boundaries of her territory

From those disrespecting, intruding.

A glare of sharpened teeth.

In all her playful, artful mystery,

the ancient lands unto her Bequeath

the right to own her liberty.

Wild Tigress, my Tigress, I, Tigress.

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About Me

I am a young patient  activist, speaking openly about life with mental illness and autism. My activism includes public speaking, trying to affect change in mental health and/or autism services by contributing to relevant organisations, panels, committees and executive boards. I hope to break down misconceptions, stereotypes and stigma relating to mental illness and autism, and to create a future where mental health services are fit for purpose.

Want to hear me speak? Curious about my story? Think I could help you or your organisation to understand mental health and/or Autism?

Get in touch; Mair.elliott97@gmail.com


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