project Clive


Clive didn’t want a new arm. People on the street can be helpful when you have only one arm. They are less helpful if you’ve just had a panic attack, need to get home and you’re sweating profusely on the train.

Clive has used his payout from the Empire to go and see a private therapist twice a week. Talking therapy is helping but it’s exhausting.

Between work, therapy, occasional panic attacks and persistent negative thoughts he hasn’t had any time to drink.

Private therapy has been much better than the NHS. Clive is sad that the NHS can’t offer a better service to people who don’t have an intergalactic corporation pay their therapy bills.

Clive thinks the SSRIs and therapy are working. But there are things in life that pills can’t fix.


They’re not anti-lonely pills.