Our Socials

OUR SOCIALS

Explore Our Visual Journey of Connection and Empowerment

Welcome to the Socials section of Keep The Heid’s website, where we showcase moments of connection, resilience, and empowerment captured through our programs and events. Here, you’ll find a visual journey through our community, featuring photos and videos that highlight the spirit of support and camaraderie among our members.

Browse through our socials to see snapshots of our peer support groups, educational workshops, and community outreach initiatives in action. From heartfelt discussions to empowering activities, each image reflects the warmth and compassion that define Keep The Heid’s approach to wellness and support.

Whether you’re a current member looking to reminisce on past experiences or a visitor curious about our organization, our socials offers a glimpse into the vibrant and inclusive community that makes Keep The Heid so special. We invite you to explore, connect, and be inspired by the moments shared within these virtual walls.

1 week ago

Keep The Heid
Why not join us, great bunch of lads. ... See MoreSee Less
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3 weeks ago

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Sunglasses in the Rain He walks alone, hood up, face plain,Dark shades on in the pissin’ rain. Folk don’t ask, they never do Alright mate? Aye, if only they knew. He bottles it up, keeps it tight, Smiles by day, screams at night. Sertraline kicks in, pint-glass pain, Still wears his sunglasses in the rain. Come Sunday, at Keep The Heid, Men like him just sit and bleed. No shame, no front, no mask, no game Just real talk revealing personal pain. So if you see him and he’s not okay, Don’t walk past, ask anyway. Could be your mate, your Da, your wean, We all wear sunglasses in the rain. J. J. Whelan ‘25 ... See MoreSee Less
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1 month ago

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Cooncil Nights and Shattered DreamsDragged up in a town of disarray,Piss smelling closes, post war houses depressingly grey.Held up at knifepoint for the price of a score,Dreams were things we had no more.We weren’t sipping Champagne in no fancy spa.We necked Buckfast, Vodka wae coke fae a jar.Frosty Jack cider in a shit-hole gaff,Sniffing glue, magic mushrooms, ecky as junkies laugh.Cooncil lines from card or key,Bombed out minds, just trying tae feel free.Prop in the bogs, head full of steam,Half of us chasing some dead man’s dream.No dads around, no trust in cops,Just maws on shifts and corner shops.Hunners of schemes all copy and paste.Same young boys trying tae escape from waste.We danced wae death on parapet heads,Utopia high, but no one cares for wasted pissheads.One pal gone, next on a tag,Another just vanished, Police body bag.The nights were long and possessed,Gouching out or pure obsessed.Telly on mute, paranoia in bloom,Getting the heebies in your Ma’s spare room.It wisnae glamour, it wis hell in disguiseWhite dust lies and bloodshot eyes.We chased it hard, that high, that spark,Even when it dragged us through the dark.Few got out and found their light,But plenty more are ghosts at night.Still sniffing, still drinking, still chasing steam,Still trapped inside that Cooncil scheme.J. J. Whelan ‘25 ... See MoreSee Less
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1 month ago

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Dance with the DevilYou dance with the devil in flickering flame,Laughing at shadows, forgetting your name.The music is dark, the rhythm is wild,It whispers like wine, beguiling and styled.You twirl in its arms with a shiver of grace,But the cost of the steps masquerading behind the face.Grin full of secrets, eyes like a tomb.You dance with the devil, it might follow you home.Now silence lies heavy, the night feels thick,The air smells of alcohol, the clock’s hands tick.That creak on the stair, that fear that your dead.It liked how you danced, is it renting your head?J. J. Whelan ... See MoreSee Less
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