An Open Letter to Arlene Foster

The following letter was penned in response to Arlene Foster’s recent self congratulatory tweet naming a number of services in Northern Ireland, including Mental Health Services.

Dear Ms Foster

Although some years ago I was facing regular battles with your Health Ministers, you will not know who I am.

My story will not concern you, as I am not a DUP voter, and I do not uphold a conservative “lifestyle”. I am instead a bisexual single mother whose daughter was born out of wedlock. However, I do not see that these factors justify me being left to die while on a two year waiting list for a long overdue treatment for a mental illness that has gone undiagnosed for several years due to mental health services that aren’t fit for purpose, and haven’t been for some time.

The treatment I am referring to is Dialectical Behaviour Therapy (DBT). This is the main treatment for an illness known as Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) or Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder (EUPD).

This illness has plagued me for some years, and unfortunately became unmanageable once more following the birth of my daughter in February of this year. I have regrettably used countless police hours, sitting in A&E departments under police escort. It strikes me, not for the first time, that the police are not equipped for such matters. So why, pray tell, have they been of more help for me than the few mental health services (exclusively short term crisis services) that are still functional?

I refuse to place the blame on the shoulders of hard working NHS staff, who are doing their utmost to support people who are silently suffering whilst politicians largely continue to ignore the plight of their constituents, the very people who give them a job, and ultimately pay their wages. I’m sure if I were to ask you where the blame lies, you would simply name another political party in an effort to pass the buck and deflect responsibility, so I shan’t bother, given that a Green and Orange tit-for-tat debate will not improve my health, or get me appropriate treatment any quicker.

I suppose that raises the question of why I am writing this? The truth is, I’m not sure. I highly doubt I will receive a response. I doubt suicide rates will decline. And I’m almost certain that if I were to receive a response, it would be a copy and paste job, consisting solely of figures that are meaningless to those unable to access treatment for their mental health, and again, passing the buck.

I guess I’m simply writing to make you aware of what is happening in the real world, amongst those of us who cannot afford private treatment, who are doing their best to get to the end of the day without killing themselves, let alone trying to look after their families while social workers tell us we’re not doing good enough, and that we aren’t cooperating simply because we can’t feasibly access services to help us avoid further nervous breakdowns and suicide attempts.

I hope that this letter has been enlightening for you. Know that in doing nothing to improve matters in response to this confrontation, you will be contributing to the rising death toll in Northern Ireland.

Yours Sincerely

Megan Potts


6 Months of Motherhood - Blood, Sweat, and Tears

In February 2019, I had the immense pleasure of becoming a mother to a beautiful baby girl. To protect her privacy as she grows, I shall only refer to her as Gi in public forums.

When Gi entered the world in the early hours, all I could do was look at her in shock. How had I created such a perfect little person? How had something so incredible come from a year of hell?


10 minutes after giving birth, I became aware of a trickling sensation. Instantly, I knew something was wrong. “Mum”, I said, “I think you need to take her”. As I said this, a midwife rushed to pull the emergency buzzer. I was haemorrhaging. No sooner than Gi was out of my arms, I passed out. When I next came around, I was informed I’d lost over a litre of blood. Having been borderline anaemic prior to birth, I was now worryingly so.


How did I underestimate the night sweats? Hospitals are uncomfortably warm at the best of times, but after receiving 2 units of blood, I found myself able to stand up for short periods of time. This was a blessed relief. I could sit on the ledge by the open window and cool off. Gi would wake every 2-3 hours for a feed. I would inevitably wake absolutely soaked through with sweat, and feeling as though I’d had no sleep at all.


There was certainly no shortage of leaky eyes following the birth of my darling daughter. Between struggles with breastfeeding that ultimately led to my little girl being formula fed, nightmares relating to the haemorrhage, and a severe deterioration in my mental health some months later, I often feel that I have spent most of my time as a mother crying. That’s not to say that all of my tears have been of the painful variety - even now, 6 months on, I find myself looking at her and choking on tears, simply because I’m overwhelmed by how beautiful she is, and how much love I have for her.

Motherhood is not always easy. It does not always come naturally, and some of us have rockier starts than others. It took every ounce of energy that I had to even feed her in the early days, and I was infuriated by my lack of mobility due to the anaemia. On the evening of the day that she arrived, I tried to stand up to get nappies and wipes. It didn’t take me long to realise that I couldn’t breathe. I felt humiliated having to ask a midwife to change a nappy. I didn’t understand how common an issue this was.

Postnatal Depression (PND) is often spoken about, but remains heavily stigmatised. It’s also not the only form of mental ill health that a new mum is likely to endure - indeed, research shows that the weeks following childbirth are when a woman is most likely to experience psychosis.

For me, it took a bout of mental ill health following childbirth to have my suspicions regarding my own mental health acknowledged. For several years, I have been told repeatedly that I have anxiety and depression. Only now is it being considered that I may actually be battling Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)/Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder (EUPD).

This highlights the importance of listening to people when they raise concerns regarding their health - not to mention not giving the “you’ve been consulting Dr Google” look when a specific illness is mentioned. There is something to be said for self-diagnosis given the right circumstances. Not every case indicates hypochondria or Munchhausen’s. Had my GP listened to me 5 years ago, I may not have experienced such a severe decline in my mental health following childbirth, and I almost certainly wouldn’t be facing a 2-year wait for treatment now.

"May The Thoughts Be With You" by Charlotte Reed

Recently I woke up to an email from the lovely Claire over at Danilo, offering to send over a sample pack of the new range the company has started carrying; May the Thoughts Be With You.

As soon as I read the email, I had to smile - I'd had the pleasure of meeting Charlotte, the designer of the range and author of the book May the Thoughts Be With You when I was in London for Mind District's mental health pub quiz last year. Not only that, but as I was on the winning team, I'm lucky enough to have a copy of Charlotte's beautiful book, and often find myself picking it up to remind myself that while things may seem bad in that moment, they do get better.

So, fast forward a week, and I took delivery of a beautiful little parcel from Claire, which included some sweet treats for me as well as a little gift for my little bump - thanks again, Claire, that truly made my day!

And then I reached the most important part of the parcel - a selection of the greetings cards available from the range. Mum and I stood and took turns looking through them, and both of us were left thoroughly impressed. While the designs are relatively simple and even childlike, that is part of the beauty of Charlotte's work.

May the Thoughts Be With You came about as a result of Charlotte's own experience of depression, which echoes so many of our own stories. In an effort to keep her head above the water, Charlotte began creating one drawing each day with an affirmation of some description (not the cheesy cliches you often find scrolling through Pinterest!). She later went on to self-publish her book, which she now sells on her stall at Portobello Rd market, so we can all get acquainted with quirky characters such as The Philosophical Fish and The Shoeless Guru, who will slowly help us find our own smiles again when the days seem particularly dark.

You can browse Charlotte's greetings cards here, and why not consider pre-ordering a 2019 calendar here?

Charlotte's book can also be purchased here.

One of the designs available as a greetings card from  Danilo .

One of the designs available as a greetings card from Danilo.

How Getting Outside Can Help You Get Through Recover | Bethany Hatton

Success in recovery involves so much more than therapy and a step-based program. You need to find ways to relieve stress, improve your health and stay focused if you want to stay sober. One way to help yourself stay strong in recovery is to spend some time outdoors. Here are a few ways being outside can boost your chances of success in recovery:

Outdoor Exercise Can Relieve Stress

If you are in addiction recovery, you know that stress can be a severe trigger for relapse. In fact, stress is the most common cause of relapse for those in recovery. Knowing how to healthily cope with the stress in your life is a vital element in any successful recovery plan. Regular exercise aids recovery by releasing built-up tension and producing feel-good endorphins in your brain. To boost those stress-relieving benefits even more, try taking your workout outside. If you have a dog, try taking your dog outside for some fun, dog-friendly activities that keep you and your pet stress-free and strong. Pets can help reduce stress as well, so spending time outside with your dog is like a a triple punch against any stress that’s bringing you down.

Sunny Days Can Give You Energy

The sun catches a pretty bad rap for something that gives us so many benefits. While it is true that too much sun exposure can cause serious health effects, regular sunlight can keep you healthy too. Just a few minutes outside in the sun helps your body synthesize an essential vitamin for energy production: vitamin D. If you’re feeling sluggish or tired in recovery, a vitamin D deficiency could be the culprit. The sun is your best bet at getting the vitamin D your body needs, so get outside for a few minutes each day. Have your morning tea on the patio or try going for a short walk to get the energy you need to get through recovery. 

Being Outside Boosts Your Mood

Keeping your mood level and positive is important when you are working through your addiction, and getting outdoors can help you there too. Studies have shown that spending time in green spaces can boost your mood and improve your mental health. A hike through the woods is a therapeutic activity that can improve your mood.  Spending time in your favorite city park can do the trick as well, as long as it’s clean, well-lit and regularly maintained. For even more of a lift, look for parks with water features, like fountains, ponds or creeks. Water has a calming effect on the mind and has been known to elevate mood as well.

Connecting With Nature Can Help You Find Peace

For many who struggle with addiction, depression or any other issue in their life, finding peace can seem impossible. But finding calm and learning to live in the present is key to true happiness in life. Being outside and allowing yourself to truly take in the beauty of the natural world is a great way to practice being present. As you take your walk or finish your hike, take a few moments to bond and really connect with your experiences. Close your eyes, listen to the sound of the wind, feel it against your skin, and be grateful for these small, but powerful, experiences. Living in the moment and learning to appreciate the small moments in life can help you stay positive and find peace. It can also help you stay the course when things get tough in recovery. 

Getting outside can help you get through recovery. It can also boost your health, improve your mood and lead to a happier life. Get outside, connect with nature and find the strength you need to stay strong, stay sober and stay happy for a better life.

Why logic says my experiences won't make me a bad mum...

When this post goes live, I'll be on my way to have my first ultrasound. I'm expecting, and it's terrifying, and overwhelming, and wonderful, all at the same time!

As I'm sure most mums experience, I've had moments of paralysing self-doubt over the last several weeks as I've progressed through my first trimester. What if I'm not a good mum? What if because I've lived with severe mental illness for so long, my child ends up with some of the same experiences as me?

And then a troll gave a voice to one of my worst fears over the weekend: "how are you going to look after a child if you can't look after yourself?". She included a screenshot of an article I wrote and had published over two years ago that cited my history of suicidal thoughts and behaviour.

How do you react to that? "Congratulations on finding a two year old article", I wrote. But the seed of doubt had been planted. Well, 'planted' is really the wrong word, as I've asked myself the very same question so many times. It was more that she'd watered the seed, I suppose. Still, I found myself considering all of my fluctuations in mood over the last several months, hyper-analysing my own mental health.

Eventually, I concluded that there is no shame in my struggles, and similarly there is no shame in having been open about them. If my child should experience mental illness, then I'll have set the example that it's okay to talk, and it's okay to ask for help. I won't have led my child to believe that mental illness is something to be ashamed of, unlike the trolls who launched their vile attack against me over the weekend.

I'm not going to be a superhero of a mum. I'm going to be a human being. And it's okay for human beings to struggle occasionally.

It's also okay to tell the trolls to "f*ck off" once in a while!

Maybe He Doesn't Hit You

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but if he starts the relationship by threatening to kill himself if you leave him, he's trapping you. He's making you scared to stand up to every bit of manipulation to come, and every boundary that he's going to cross.

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but the way he's telling you that you're meant to love him and be nice to him when you say no to sex is emotional blackmail. You don't owe him anything, and why should you offer your body to someone who doesn't respect it?

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but when he looks at you with something you can't quite identify glinting in his eyes every time you mention spending some time alone with friends, there's that sudden urge to be quiet. There's the fear and the guilt in the pit of your stomach. You abandon your plans and sit with him in silence instead. He knows he has you under control now.

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but the accusations that you make everything a big deal are false. Don't let them tear you down. Refusing to take no for an answer is inherently a big deal. Threatening to kill himself is a big deal. Blackmailing you is a big deal. Isolating you is a big deal. You are not making anything a big deal.

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but maybe there's a reason you can no longer picture yourself spending the rest of your life with him.

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but when he "playfully" shoves you and you get hurt, is it really an accident?

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but why do you stop yourself every time you nearly let slip to friends or family what happened last night?

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but he doesn't deserve a gold medal for supporting you as you battle PTSD, no matter how much he pats himself on the back.

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but you can leave, and you probably should.

Maybe he doesn't hit you...but you still deserve better.

Brad Krause: The many mental health benefits that self-care can provide.

Guest blogger Brad Krause shares some of his favourite self-care tips that could help you in your journey to better mental health.


When it comes to mental health, few things are as important as cutting out stress and anxiety. For many Americans, however, this can prove tricky to do. We work long hours, we have responsibilities, and we read about distressing things going on in the world every day. Knowing how to take care of your body and mind will help you relax, feel happier, and enjoy the little things. But where do you start?

The key is to make some time for yourself. That can be difficult to do if you work long hours or have a family who needs your attention, but it’s imperative if you want to boost your mental health and fight off stress, anxiety, and depression. Even if it’s only for 15 or 20 minutes a day, find something you enjoy doing and spend time on it. Whether it’s a hobby, an exercise routine, or spending time with your family, focusing on your needs will help you feel better. Here are a few more tips on how to take care of your mental health and what the benefits are.


Go to Sleep!

Getting good sleep is absolutely essential if you want to maintain positive mental health, and the bonus is that it can help your physical health as well. Adequate rest can boost your energy, help you focus, and improve memory function throughout the day. Not only that, it’s the best way to feel better overall.

"Many things that we take for granted are affected by sleep. If you sleep better, you can certainly live better. It’s pretty clear,” says Dr Raymonde Jean, director of sleep medicine at St. Lukes-Roosevelt Hospital Center in New York.


Take a Time-Out

Whether you need to get away from the grind for a couple of days or just have some quiet time for half an hour, take a time-out when you feel yourself getting overwhelmed. Work and home responsibilities can be extremely stressful, and when you take too much onto your shoulders, you’ll burn out really quickly. Take a few minutes to relax, or plan a weekend getaway so you can rejuvenate yourself and come back ready to tackle new challenges.


Avoid Self-Medicating

Arguably one of the worst - and most popular - ways to reduce stress and anxiety is to self-medicate with drugs or alcohol. While many people don’t see the harm in grabbing a few beers with their friends to let off some steam on a Friday night, it can lead to a dangerous path that has you self-medicating with substances every time you feel stressed. Instead, practice a hobby that you enjoy, or learn to meditate so you can practice mindfulness when things get heavy.


Get Outside

Spending time in nature doing something enjoyable can have many benefits for your health, including lowering blood pressure, improving your memory function, and boosting your mood, meaning it has a positive effect on depression and other mood disorders. If you can get active while you’re outdoors, all the better. Start a herb garden, or go for a bike ride with your kids. Even just half an hour under the sun can help you feel better.

Taking good care of your mental health means focusing on your needs, so don’t be afraid to let your friends and family know what they can do to help out. Keep communication open and get them involved in the activities that help you feel better so they can take advantage of the benefits, as well.

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Bethany Hatton: When a Friend or Family Member Needs Rehab

 Bethany Hatton talks us through the difficult and often mutually traumatic experience of having a friend or family member who requires rehabilitation.


How do you know when a loved one needs treatment for drug dependence or alcoholism? The answer may not always crystal clear.

People may be holding down a job and taking care of a home and family while using alcohol and drugs to cope with chronic pain or other issues that put them in deep distress. Indeed, it’s important to realize that not everyone with a substance abuse problem uses illegal drugs or is an obvious abuser. Drinking can escalate into alcoholism, and people can become addicted to prescription drugs they’re using legally. In these cases, it can be more difficult to determine when use becomes abuse.


Identifying Substance Abuse

Some common signs your loved one’s alcohol or drug use has become an addiction include continuing to use even after experiencing serious negative consequences, according to the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, which is part of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services. Often, those grappling with substance use disorder will place the blame on others—including everyone from bosses, to law enforcement officers, to friends and family members―for these repercussions.

Other signals may include an increased tolerance for drugs or alcohol, loss of control (which can include repeatedly trying and failing to reduce or stop using drugs or alcohol on their own), cravings for the substances, or physical withdrawal symptoms if the person reduces or stops using.

Knowing What to Expect During Treatment

If you’ve seen some of these signs, it could be time to suggest your loved one seek treatment, and they certainly won’t be alone.

According to statistics cited by the National Institute on Drug Abuse, 22.5 million people (8.5 percent of the U.S. population) age 12 or older needed treatment for an alcohol use or illicit drug use problem—including misuse of prescription drugs—in 2014, but only 18.5 percent of those who needed treatment got it in that year.

According to Swift River, “America’s opioid epidemic has increased the need for quality addiction treatment and safe opioid detoxification.” But medically supervised detox from drugs such as opioids or prescription narcotics is only the first step in addiction recovery. Indeed, treatment programs should include a holistic approach that addresses the patient’s physical, mental, and emotional health.

This can include being treated for common coexisting conditions including depression, bipolar disorder, and post-traumatic stress disorder. Depending on the diagnosis, your loved one's healthcare team can recommend psychotherapy, family counseling, and prescription medications that address issues related to substance abuse disorder or other conditions. Once a patient’s immediate needs are addressed, complementary therapies may include nutritional counseling, art therapy, outdoor exercise sessions, or classes that leads patients through guided meditation or other mindfulness practices, among others.

After Rehab

Rehabilitation facilities typically also offer transition and after-care services designed to reduce the likelihood of relapse. This may include individual or group counseling, regular contact with a counselor by phone or video, prescription medications, or connecting with a support group whose members may have overcome some of the same obstacles your loved one is facing, among other options.

You should also be aware that your loved one will continue to need support from family and friends to stay on the road to recovery after rehab. Some simple ways to encourage your loved one’s progress include offering yourself up as an exercise partner or assuring them they can always call if they need to hear a friendly voice.

The important thing to realize is there are many resources available to assist those who struggle with substance abuse and addiction, and there are friends and family who want to help them live a long and fulfilling life.

Guest Piece: What causes trichotillomania?

  Guest blogger Ariel Taylor provides us with a valuable insight into the ins and outs of the complex Body Focused Repetitive Behaviour (BFRB) trichotillomania, outlining what research has shown us and what we’ve yet to learn.


According to scientific research, it is difficult to attribute a cause to many mental health disorders because a cause is an event or condition from which something else results. Trichotillomania (informally known as “trich”), a mental health disorder characterized by compulsive hair pulling and classified in the obsessive-compulsive spectrum of disorders, is one scientists can only speculate about its origin. This article will highlight some theories supported by current research.

Many studies begin with the disclaimer, “the exact cause of trichotillomania is not known,” butspeculations exist. What scientists do know is that trichotillomania is more common when first-degree relatives have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Because it can be passed down genetically, it indicates a physical component exists. Research has yet to confirm the physical component but suggests that people with obsessions or compulsions of any kind tend to have serotonin deficiencies and disordered reward processing. This hypothesis is supported by the success of selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors by some people with trichotillomania. Not everyone experiences good results from these medications, however, so there are further explanations.

Other brain conditions offer reasons for trichotillomania. There are studies that show people with trich have structural brain abnormalities in the lenticulate as well as differences in the volume of the left putamen. The lenticulate is part of the caudate nucleus of the brain which plays a role in the way the brain learns and regulates the control of impulses between the thalamus and orbitofrontal cortex. This part of the brain is a suspect in the development of OCD because a malfunction here would limit a person’s ability to interrupt worries, obsessions, and compulsions. The left putamen is a part of the brain involved in movement and learning. Studies of Parkinson’s disease and stroke patients show that when the putamen is damaged in any way, a person will experience jerky, unpredictable, repetitive movements.If the part of a person’s brain that is in charge of stopping compulsions is faulty along with the part in charge of moderating repetitive movements, the chronic nature of trichotillomania is better explained.

There are other studies link trichotillomania to brain metabolism and reward processing. There is evidence suggesting that people with trich have high metabolic glucose rates in several parts of the brain. While this process is a mystery, metabolic disturbances in the brain are associated with other mental health disorders, dementia, Parkinson’s disease, Huntington’s disease, and Alzheimer’s disease. The brain needstheenergy to operate; therefore if the brain’s energyis disruptedin any way, it is safe to assume that brain functions would also be disrupted. The rewards processing theory suggests that those who pull hair experience a reward from it thereby creating an altered reward feedback loop associated with the behavior.

The cause of trich may be unknown, but there is research about what makes it worse. Trich is a lifelong, chronic condition that can be managed, but not cured. Many people with trich describe episodes or a cycle of worsening behaviors and no behaviors. Psychological factors such as stress and anxiety act as triggers for pulling hair which supports the theory of the inability to control an impulse during times of stress activation. For some people, the act of pulling hair serves as emotional regulation or self-soothing which supports the theory of disordered reward processing.

Scientists continue to search for the cause of trichotillomania because then pharmaceutical therapies can be created to target the cause. Until then, those with trichotillomania rely on the evidence-based therapies available that focus on increasing awareness of the behaviors and consciously changing them.


Bhandare, S.,Kotade, K.,Bhavar, S.,Bhangale, C., &Wagh, V. (2016). Trichotillomania: A hair pulling disorder. World Journal of Pharmacy and Pharmaceutical Sciences, 5(5), 596-615. doi: 10.20959/wjpps20165-6760


I've been incredibly quiet for several months now, for a number of reasons. As you'd expect, a lot has happened in the last 6 months. From getting engaged to having a breakdown just before Christmas, I've found myself spending a lot of time simply processing everything that's been happening.

September was one of the happiest months I've had in several years. My partner and I got engaged, I started college with a renewed sense of enthusiasm...and then my brain decided to step in.

As a lot of you already know, I was the victim of a sexual assault in December 2015. Looking back, I never really dealt with it. Sure, I went through the motions, and then went through the motions again when the effects of the trauma started to become apparent in November 2016, but I never truly dealt with it. And when you don't deal with things, they keep coming back.

Towards the end of last year, things reached a breaking point. I wasn't sleeping, I was stuck in a binge-starve cycle, and I was hiding in bed most of the time. Unsurprisingly, this led to a rather severe breakdown, and 2 years on from the assault, I hit rock bottom. At this point, doctors and specialists began fleetingly mentioning PTSD. I'd suspected it for roughly a year beforehand, but now people were nodding and agreeing.

I've been incredibly lucky that my partner has stood by me throughout everything, from listening when I've been ranting and swearing about the state of the NHS and the lack of support for people suffering from trauma to accompanying me on several hospital trips.

And one unexpected factor from all of this is finally getting an explanation as to why I went through a bout of collapses at the start of 2017! I've officially been given a diagnosis of Non-Epileptic Attack Disorder. In layman's terms, I occasionally get so worked up that my brain decides to take a break and shuts off. Of course, my body relies on my brain to function, so when my brain decides to take a breather, I end up in a bit of a crumpled heap on the floor, generally waking up to a first responder lying next to me and talking to me. So, that's fun!

Anyway, please don't take this as a sign that I'm returning to my regular writing habits because I'm not. Instead, I'm giving my brain what it's been trying to tell me it needs, and I'm taking a break. I've deferred from college, so from now until September I'm dedicating myself to learning how my PTSD affects me, and how I can keep it in check, as well as feeding my soul by spending time with the people who throughout everything have managed to make me smile when I've been at my worst.

And so I keep living.

Why Social Media is Hit-and-Miss in Encouraging Communication.

Lately, I've been getting Facebook notifications informing me that people have been “waving” at me. I'm baffled, and honestly, I'm also a little annoyed.

Perhaps the fault is with me. Perhaps I just take communication via social media too seriously. But are you really telling me that sending a virtual “wave” to someone is more productive than saying “hello”?

To my knowledge, the Facebook “poke” facility disappeared many moons ago. I can't say that I've missed it because if I'm to be honest, the fun of “poke wars” wore off after the age of 14. There's more to life than repetitively clicking a button and seeing who gives up first.

However, that aside, I do have genuine concerns about this move that Facebook has made; and that's the fact that at a time when we most need to communicate with each other, the platforms we're using appear to be actively discouraging direct communication by implementing this “wave” facility.

I can't remember the last time I received a waving emoji from someone and thought “wow, this person really cares for me, and this collection of pixels arranged into the vague shape of a hand couldn't have come at a better time!”.

So please, for the love of all things good, if you actually care about someone, then use your words! I've said before that words have the ability to save lives; I never thought that I'd have to add that emojis don't.

Know that if you “wave” at me on social media, I will ignore it and wait for you to actually form some line of communication.

On The Other Side | Supporting a loved one with mental illness

I have grown up surrounded by mental illness, but never having to step outside the boundaries of kindly words. Until recently, that is. 

A few weeks ago, I found myself sitting in A&E with a loved one who had taken an overdose. I'm grateful to be able to tell you that on this occasion there was no harm done, and we're working on getting this person to a happier state of mind.

Throughout the journey to hospital, I remained very calm. In fact, calm is the wrong word. I was robotic. Granted, it was 3am, I'd had 2 hours' sleep and as such was completely exhausted; however, there was simply no emotional response at the time.

This sudden shift from being the person needing to be cared for to the person doing the caring has been dramatic, to say the least. It's forced me into being more responsible, and it's also made me incredibly defensive of my loved one.

I fear that I'm behaving in the same way as the media. It almost took a tragedy to open my eyes up to how much pain another person was causing. Regardless, now that I've seen the behaviour of the other person in the cold light of day, and seen the effects it's been having, I've come leaps and bounds in my ability to call out atrocious behaviour. 

As all of this has been happening there have only been a tiny amount of people who got to see my emotionless facade crumble at any point. Thankfully, I am incredibly lucky to be surrounded by people who know how to pick me up when I take a fall. Thanks to those people, I'm able to help my loved one through this little piece of hell that they're experiencing right now.


Apologies for the sporadic posts. As you can see, it's been a busy few weeks. 

"What do you really want to do with your life?" - Anstia Vesperman

Anstia is our first resident guest blogger, who is helping me keep on top of the website as my own workload continues to grow. I'm really pleased to have her onboard! In this piece and a selection of other pieces, she's going to be revisiting some of the questions I've answered, and answering them from her perspective.


This is a big question – fortunately, I think that you often get the chance to answer this question more than once in a lifetime.

When I was 10 years old, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life: I wanted to become a doctor, and have a husband and a wife (I’d look after them both with my amazing income).

When I was 20 years old, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Mostly, I wanted to be able to hide from my life. Stay at home, read fantasy books, and pretend that my anxiety and my depression didn’t exist. Suffice it to say that I did not study medicine at university.

When I was about 30 years old, I started wanting to make a difference to other people’s lives. While far from stable in mental health, I was desperate to change other people’s futures, to be a counsellor (or some other type of talking-therapy person), to blog about my experiences, whatever. I wanted to reach out to people, to help them. But at that stage I was unable – I couldn’t focus enough to complete any studies, or to write effectively.

Now I’m 40 years old. My condition is stable (meaning that I routinely experience depression, mania, and anxiety, but not psychosis, in the main), and I’m able to write blog posts, and come up with ideas for projects that I can see through to completion. That ‘want’ from my 30s has finally been realised, in some way. However, I also have more desires for myself, too. I want to perform more self-care, to cultivate friendships, to make more jewellery and improve my skills there.

I don’t expect it all to end there. My parents, as excellent examples of people in their 70s, have changed tack many times in their lives, and are still doing so. Primarily, they teach in areas they are interested in themselves: astronomy, jewellery-making, gold detecting, geology.

What do I really want to do with my life? Help. Teach. Make people smile. The rest is all details.

"I shall love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite."

This is, of course, a Shane Koyczan quote. I had the utter pleasure of meeting Shane in Dublin last week; he's my favourite spoken word artist, and to be able to thank him for how his work has helped shape the direction of my life was magical.

So let me start by once again saying thank you, Shane - time meant I couldn't give you the full spiel about how your work (amongst others', of course) has helped me, but I hope I was able to convey how life-changing it's been for me. I hope it isn't too long before you're over this way again!

A couple of days after Shane's gig, I fell ill once again. This time, I spent a good deal of the week in bed, unable to eat, struggling to drink, and crying with pain. I can honestly say that I'd take a dodgy gallbladder over flu any day of the week!

On Thursday, I woke up from a nap to see that my first piece with The Mighty had been published. Wow. I cried once again; only, this time, it was because I was so overwhelmed with joy. While I continue to recover from the flu, I'm continuing to get my head around the number of people with kind words to say in response to my most successful piece to date.

I can't help but wonder if Shane, and other artists I admire so much, have the same reaction when something of theirs starts reaching thousands of people in countries all over the world?

It's been overwhelming, but all-in-all I'm overjoyed. I had a magical week, and I can't wait to have a similar week in the not-too-distant future!

Thanks again Shane - this is one of the things I didn't get to tell you about. There's more beauty in how you tell your story, no doubt about that. However, people like you are who have inspired me to tell mine at all.

Megan x


How far we've come. | #MHAW17

A couple of weeks ago, I had the utter pleasure of slowly sizzling in the sun whilst cheering for marathon runners at the top of my lungs.

"C'mon Dave! Keep going, Chris! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HENRY!"

It was truly an incredible experience, especially as so many of the runners were doing so to raise funds for mental health charities. From Heads Together to Mind to MQ, there were countless crucial charities represented on the streets of London that day.

We've come incredibly far. A handful of years ago, we could never have imagined members of the royal family having an emotional conversation about mental health on-camera. And yet, that's exactly what we're seeing now.

Something else that's sparking conversation is the controversial Netflix series, 13 Reasons Why. It's taken me quite some time, but I've come to be deeply uncomfortable with the series, especially now that a second season has been announced.

Not everything that boosts conversation is beneficial. Especially if it's as insensitive towards real people with real issues as that series is.

In conclusion, we've come a long way, but we still have so far to go.

"Is it ever acceptable to use a mental health slur?"

"You needed closure. I agreed to talk with the understanding that I'd be left alone when you got what you needed. If what you needed was for me to confess undying love...well, that's not going to happen. I'm not being drawn into an argument. I'm calm right now (proof that my meds are working). I'm not letting anyone get a rise out of me, be it you or anyone else."

This was the moment that I got fed up of someone from my past pushing for details regarding my love life and trying to get me to accept them back into my life.

Apparently, it was enough to warrant being on the receiving end of a mental health slur for the first time in my life. 

"I'd say the meds aren't working. There was nothing remotely provocative in any of my messages yet you have gone full fruitcake."

This from a man who only minutes earlier had openly admitted that he was asking leading questions in an attempt to ascertain whether or not I was in a relationship. A man who had also asked, "is there any point in me trying to worm my way back into your heart or should I give up?". Seemingly, the several messages in which I'd clearly stated that I had no interest in a relationship with him weren't quite enough to get the message across.

So, is it ever acceptable to use a mental health slur? If I had indeed been abusive to him, as he seemed to think, would it have been acceptable then?

What if I were to tell you that this person is a founding member of a newly formed group that is adamant that the stigma surrounding mental illness must be tackled? Unfortunately, despite this person's behaviour being raised with the group in question on two occasions now, they see fit to continue working with him. It's disappointing, to say the least.

Priding yourself on advocacy work whilst dishing out some of the vilest abuse there is behind closed doors is sinking rather low, in my opinion. What do you think? How might you respond to this situation if you were in my shoes?

Tackling issues in a graphic manner on-screen? | 13 Reasons Why

In the last couple of weeks, I've watched two worlds collide; mental health and Netflix. I can't say as I ever thought I'd see that happen! However, it has happened, with Jay Asher's book Thirteen Reasons Why being adapted for the screen in the form of a 13 episode series for Netflix.

Having read the book in my early teens, I was torn as to whether or not I ought to now watch the series. I'm not in the best place right now in terms of my mental health, so there's always that worry about being tipped in the wrong direction by something I read or watch.

After some thought, though, I decided to watch. I could always skip the really troublesome scenes, right? Well, in theory, yes. In reality, though, I was glued to the screen.

The content warnings at the start of the particularly graphic episodes were a welcome sight. I've long thought we could use such content warnings for episodes of series that hold distressing content, I've just never been sure how it might work. 13 Reasons Why showed that they can work.

However, when it came to scenes involving sexual assault/rape – something I don't remember being present in the book, though I could be mistaken – I regularly found myself either watching through my fingers or pausing and walking away to catch my breath. It was difficult. I often found myself shaking when I stopped seeing Hannah on the screen and started seeing myself.

And still, the hardest was yet to come. Episode 13. If you've watched the series, you probably know what I mean. The suicide scene.

I'm swinging back and forth in my opinions on this. Was it necessary? I understand that it causes the viewer to be shocked, and to realise that this is a reality faced by too many of our young people. But the blogger in me thinks...well, we're advised not to use graphic details when talking about suicide because of the proven risk of “copycat” suicides in the following weeks. I'm concerned that we may see a similar fallout as a result of this scene.

At that point, I paused, closed my laptop, and gasped for breath between sobs. Here I am, someone who talks about her own suicide attempts openly, and there I was, in desperate need of a hug and somebody to talk to. It was difficult, to say the least. I worry for others who watched that scene who are more vulnerable than I am.

All in all, I'm torn. I'm truly torn. This series is creating conversation, which is important and completely fantastic. However, I'm not altogether convinced that it was done in a way that was sensitive to real people living with these thoughts. Is boldness really what we need right now? Maybe it is, or maybe we need to think about how we can deal with these issues with compassion.

"Do you ever experience depersonalisation or derealisation?"

The truth is, I've been experiencing periods of depersonalisation and derealisation for years. It's just that I've only recently realised it's not "normal", after speaking to people who were baffled when I explained my tendency to "disconnect" from the world around me.

My understanding of these things is that they cause you to feel spaced out, or disconnected from the world around you.

It's been a while since I've recounted experiences like this, so I think it's time to go back to my roots a little. A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to go to London, a city I've been falling deeper in love with since my first trip when I was 16.

This was a trip I took in order to rebuild that love after it had been damaged by an incident at the end of my last trip, and it was incredible to fall in love with this magnificent city all over again. Say what you like about London; it may be grubby, but it's beautiful.

During one of the days that I jumped on the tube with my earphones in and got off at a random stop to explore, I noticed something didn't feel right. I was walking through the city, and I was seeing some incredible sights, but I wasn't fully immersed like I usually am. I felt as though I was behind a pane of glass. I was seeing everything, but I wasn't feeling any of it.

I lost a big chunk of the magic of that day to that feeling of disconnection. That is why I know that this isn't "normal", or "healthy". That's a day I'm never quite going to be able to get back.

In the past, derealisation hasn't bothered me. This is simply owing to the fact that I've never been in the middle of a week of independence and pushing my comfort zone when it's struck. Normally when it occurs, I'm just going about my day-to-day life, and it passes without having had an impact.

So whilst this has been going on for as long as I can remember, it's only now that it's become inconvenient.

"How does your mental illness affect your ability to communicate?"

Recently I sat down and started having a conversation with a friend. After about 20 minutes they started talking about books, and I sat and thought about what they'd said, but when it came to actually verbalising my thoughts, all I could respond with was "hmmm".

Unsurprisingly, this stumped my friend.

My thoughts had disappeared the moment I went to put them into words. When asked, I likened it to trying to grasp a bubble, only for it to burst.

So there we go, my thoughts have turned into bubbles. Not the kind you have in the bath, either, where you can scoop up a whole mountain of them at once. No, these are the kind of bubbles you get from the cheap little bottles of bubble mix you get in the corner shop during the summer.

Truth is, this happens to me on a regular basis. Including during meetings, which can be frustrating. I dread to think about how many ideas I've lost to this brain hiccup. You'd think it's bad enough when anxiety interferes when I'm trying to communicate with somebody new! I think in this instance it's a case of the depression gremlin sneaking in and stealing my thoughts when I'm not looking.

Either way, it's infuriating. So now you know, if ever we're chatting and I suddenly go silent, I've probably popped all my bubbles!

"How do you accept / respect where you are in recovery?"

Over the weekend, I decided that it was time to sit down and write again. I've been on a few adventures this year, and the blog has fallen on the back-burner. This has partially been accidental, and also a little bit intentional. Accidental in that I never intended to leave a gap of several weeks between blog posts; intentional in that I've decided to only write when I truly have something to say.

So, when I put out a call for questions, a friend got in touch to ask about accepting and respecting where you are in your recovery. It's certainly a hefty question, but I'm going to try to give it the attention and care it deserves.

For me, a large part of accepting and respecting where I am in recovery is trying not to count the days. For the first two weeks, I kept a running tally of my recovery streak since I last self-harmed, but at this stage? I only have a rough idea as to how long it's been. That's okay.

You see, the thing is, where you are in your recovery is where you're meant to be in this moment. It's a process, a time-consuming one at that. You can't skip the line, and if somehow you do manage to reach the finish line without jumping all of the hurdles, you will be sent back to those hurdles later on.

In the past, I've described recovery as being like surgery. You have to open up the wounds and get a good look around to see what the damage is, then you have to fix that damage, and eventually you have to heal. Trying to rush this process is like closing up a patient without repairing all of the damage. It could prove to be more damaging in the long-run.

So whilst I recognise that it can be frustrating to feel as though your recovery is moving slowly, or even not at all, know that things are moving. They're just moving slowly. And that's okay. Let yourself recover.