The band Travis wrote a song called "Why Does It Always Rain On Me". You might know it. I don't think it's a very happy song.
It starts out with "I can't sleep tonight, everybody's saying everything is alright". That's a bit sad. He might just be an insomniac but I think he has more on his mind.
The chorus starts with "sunny days, where have you gone?" But I'm not that sure it's about the weather this song.
My favourite line in it, because it resonates with a friend of mine is this one "I can't stand myself…..I'm being held up by an invisible man"
It might be a good time to stop reading now if you like. It's not getting any better from here on this blog. Although that is the end of the Travis lyrics, but not all the lyrics.
So what this blog is really about is my friend Saul, I'm going to tell you part of his story. I’ve known Saul a long time and he confides a lot in me and agreed to me sharing.
His pressure release valve hadn't been working. When it gets like that he said that he didn't know what to do. He had so much frustration and rage and anger inside him that it had to come out or he would explode.
So he used to let it out in the only way he knew how.
And he did that by hurting himself.
He told me he first did it about 20 years ago when he punched a wall about ten times on the way home. It hurt a lot apparently and he ended the night with bloodied knuckles, but he said it helped in a strange way.
Then it became more serious for Saul about 15 years ago for a period that probably lasted 4 months. He’d been through a rough patch. Hardly anyone knows, or knew. He reckons that some people suspected at the time but swift explanations about cats scratching him and accidents with barbed wire fences seemed to be accepted.
He says he remembers how scared he got when he cut his arm deeper than he meant to.
But he also remembered the feeling of relief he experienced afterwards. And how somehow the pain got out of him. Saul told me how he remembered how feeling the pain escape was better than the feelings in his head beforehand.
He wrote me a letter at the time which I remember well as it included the line 'I cut myself and watch me bleed, my anger subsides and so does my need'. That captured how he felt in a nutshell. It was like a weight was lifted for him. Turning the emotional hurt into physical hurt helped, people understand that, he could understand that.
Sometimes hurting himself was the only way Saul knew how to cope with feelings like sadness, self-loathing, emptiness, guilt, and rage.
It's helped him feel in control.
It's helped him not feel numb. Not feel like an empty shell. To actually make him feel something.
It helped. But he hardly ever told anyone because they wouldn't understand.
I was worried about Saul. But he told me not to be and that he didn't do it for sympathy and he didn't want people to worry. He also made it very clear that he didn't want to die. He had just found a different way to cope with life when it was tough. And he wanted to cope with it. And to live. He didn't know how else to cope.
Saul isn't mad or mental or crazy, or whatever term people may choose to use. And he certainly isn't dangerous as the only person he would ever ever hurt is himself. But he does understand him hurting himself can hurt others emotionally for a number of reasons, because they care for him and he causes them to worry about him.
And he hates hurting other people.
If you know him he doesn't need you to call anyone or rush round. He really doesn't. He only let me share this as he thought it might help some people who know him understand him better.
Saul is still just Saul. But you now know a secret he's been carrying and hiding for years.
He's just always struggled to cope with things and ended up loathing himself and then found it hard to know what to do with those feelings of loathing. And that's what happened. Years ago.
He rang me before Christmas 2016. He told me it started again in 2016 after 15 years off. Saul was older now. According to the web it seems to be mostly but not exclusively teenagers who struggle with this. Why has he gone back to something he hasn't seen since his twenties?
I don't know the answer. I'm not sure that he does either but its clear things had got on top of him again, that his other coping mechanisms weren’t enough. All I know is that Saul told me he really needed that release last year. He cut his legs that time, and his side as no one could see there, because he didn't want anyone to see. But he also started to burn himself with an iron. Of course he told people that these were 'accidents', and he got clumsy with the iron. I didn't believe him, but I did believe him when he said they were also a combination of intense physical pain and intense emotional relief. He was hurt and was hurting but he felt better. He later told me he once burnt himself back in his hotel room after an interview, he was so convinced he had done badly, so angry at himself for not being perfect that he needed some way to vent.
I don't expect you to understand Saul. I expect you to think he is strange, odd, weird, stupid, dangerous maybe. Why would someone hurt themselves? But I hope you don't think those things. Some people drink. Some people fight. Some people cry. Some people take drugs. This is just what he did. He didn't want to kill himself but he didn't realise how much his actions were hurting others, were hurting those he cared about most.
But whatever you think about him it's ok.
I like him. He's just struggled sometimes. Lots of people do. If self-worth is low and you don't love yourself it's not a big step to hating yourself, or hurting yourself, or it wasn't for him.
He is embarrassed about them as well.
He's worried about what you'll think of him. Really worried. I had to persuade him to let me share this.
He only let me share it because he is confident and comfortable that he has changed and this behaviour is in the past and to show the importance of sharing and being open for yourself and to help others.
But I hope that like me if you know Saul you'll still want to.
He's still the same person.
Some of his scars are just visible and some are still hidden.
Lots of people are like that. Probably more than you realise.
Saul is doing good things now, he got professional help to be able to deal with things better.
He got professional help because of the support and love of his best friend. She's incredible. You need your friends when things are tough.
He now believes, no actually that's wrong, knows that he's never going to do that stuff again, he's found other ways, he actually can't believe he was in that place and genuinely feels and knows that he's different now.
He also hates how much he hurt other people by hurting himself, how much he must have put on them, how they must never have been able to stop worrying, how the impact of his mental illness created such a strain on others.
He really hates how he affected his best friend who was the main person who kept him afloat during those dark days and who he misses every day. She saved him but it affected their friendship and he's still working on repairing it and is scared he has lost someone so special. But he's not resorting to hurting himself to cope, which bearing in mind how much this friendship means to him is a testament to how much he has changed, and learnt.
It took a lot for Saul to invest time in himself in both his physical and mental health and get better. But he did it and he feels better that he did, and glad he was pushed, encouraged and supported to.
He told me he's helping others now, that that helps him feel good and how that brings some positive from something so negative.
So that's Saul's story, his secret.
He's alright Saul. He really is. He's sorting himself out. He's looking after himself.
So don’t call him, you really don’t need to and he wouldn’t have let me share this with you if he thought that would happen.
Just say hi next time your paths cross, maybe give him a knowing nod, maybe tell him he was brave to share (but definitely don't tell him he was stupid to), and accept him for who he is.
I think he’d like that.
And if you're in a bad place, or have a friend like Saul, talk or listen, don't judge, give them support and encourage them to talk and let things out.
People have tough days, weeks, months even but that doesn't define who they are. The mind is a powerful thing and it can be a battle everyday, but like Saul with love, care, support and perseverance you can get out of the darkness.
He has, he chose the light, and I'm super proud of him for that.
Welcoming another guest blogger today. Stephen is a colleague at work who I've never met, we've never spoken but we've connected because of openness about mental health. I encouraged Stephen to share because it helps me so much and I'm delighted he agreed to. Initially he said he wanted to be anonymous, but then changed his mind and said he had nothing to hide. This makes me proud of him. He should be proud of himself.
Take Care. Paul
Mountain High - Valley Low
4 days in to February and I’m physically and mentally exhausted. Monday morning blues, or is it Monday morning worries, or Monday morning anxiety and fear of the unknown.
Last Monday I was on top of the mountain looking over the views and endless opportunities and paths that my life has for me. Today I’m looking out into dense fog and feeling disorientated, trapped in a place where I can’t see a way out, I feel that panic and churning in my stomach again, those little signs that my anxiety is trying to ride over me again.
I worry and I catastrophise about so many things in my work and personal life…..things that haven’t even happened but seem to swamp my thoughts.
So February – lets kick start this one off, had a my first ever car accident in 11 years of driving (Me, Myself and I were ok, so was the other person) – I drove my self home a few miles after exchanging details, made myself a huge cup of sweet tea, - and I tried to process what the hell happened in the last hour.
Well I couldn’t, my whole body and brain was tingling , my senses were overloaded, I was on adrenalin kick, I was …experiencing what anything other human would, but for me it was all new and unknown and overwhelming. I started doing the what if’s, why did I go that route home, what if I went straight home, what if ….this wasn’t helping. The one thing I know I could do was ring my dad, sister, partner and a friend – physically they couldn’t do anything but emotionally they could be with me on the phone while I let it all out.
Reality is that I will end up bottling my anxiety and emotions by the time I get home – I know what I should do, but its so hard.
Having that over me this weekend, raised my anxiety; about driving, about work and about aspects in my personal life, I came to face Monday morning and I feel drained emotionally and physically.
If I just start BREATHING, and taking a little control of my thoughts and anxiety by writing them down, today will become less foggy, less disorientating, and tonight all I want to do is go home, hug my loved one, my cats and let all my anxiety and emotions and feelings out that have tried to overcome me in the first 4 days of Feb.
I have faith, I have hope, I have love, and I have family and a few close friends; and I have strength and determination. It’s easy to say this but to turn words into actions all the time when I’m feeling very lost is a constant battle that I’m constantly learning from. Ill keep doing what I know best, talking and writing.
What will the rest of February bring, only time will tell.
When I catastrophise it makes me ignore any good I have done, any progress I have made and just focus on the negatives. Focus really hard and really clearly on what didn't go right, what I could have done better and what wasn't perfect.
This is the power the mind has. Today was actually, logically and really a good day but my mind has decided otherwise and what my mind decides then my emotions, actions and body dutifully follow.
Hence I just sat in a meeting room at work and had a bit of a cry.
I obviously dried my eyes before I came out of the room, because there's still a stigma, there's still shame, there's still fear.
I don't really have a positive message to end on this one, i've recognised i'm catastrophising so I just need to get past it.
A friend told me about an idea for a New Years resolution based on a word. She chose health. I like the idea because there are loads of things you can then do which will contribute towards it. Whether it’s getting fit, going to the dentist or giving your mind a break. It will all help with health.
I’ve decided that my word will be sleep. This has been prompted by starting to read an amazing book recommended by a friend called why we sleep, by Matthew Walker. That’s the books name, and the authors name. You should read it.
Anyway I digress, and hope I haven't sent you to sleep already.
According to Professor Walker we sleep for between 25 - 35 years of our life but focus disproportionally on how to improve ourselves in the time we are awake.
We don’t understand or make sure that we take care of ourselves for a third of our day. For a third of our lives.
A balanced diet and exercise are really important. But sleep is the third spoke in the wheel. We likely concentrate more on diet and exercise, but eat poorly or don’t exercise for a day and you’ll be generally ok. Get a bad nights sleep and you’re knackered, literally and literally. And this not only affects your physical condition but also your mental.
That's all I have to say today.
Sleep is important, more important than you probably realise.
I'm off for a nap now
Today another guest blogger, Mary. I've known Mary for a number of years now but only knew part of her story about when she had been flooded. But I wasn't aware of the other challenges she has faced and continues to face, the mask she has put on and the bravery she has shown to face life head on and passionately champion causes.
We spoke briefly about mental health at a recent work event and I asked if she would be able to share her story. I'm pleased to say she did....
Take Care Paul
Behind the door - Mary Dhonau
I have given numerous presentations about what it’s like to be flooded. These are based on both my own experience and those of the countless people I have spoken to over the last 18 years. One of the things I always emphasise is that we don’t know what is going on in the lives of people before they were flooded. I’ve been told many heart-breaking stories along the lines of ‘My mother died, the day before the floods came’, or ‘I had just had a diagnosis of cancer and then we were flooded’. Such appalling coincidences are among the many reasons I have championed the plight of the flood victim.
Let me tell you what was going on behind my front door.
Just before the floods of the year 2000, my youngest son Peter was diagnosed with severe autism and severe learning difficulties. His behaviour was challenging to put it mildly: he didn’t sleep, self-harmed, broke windows with his head and regularly smeared poo about the place. Try to imagine, if you can, being flooded in that situation. We lost every one of his toys and had to cope with builders in our home for many months. It was that experience that made me don on my wellington boots and start campaigning.
Fast forward to 2007. During the intervening years, Peter’s autism had become unmanageable for us; no state school could meet his needs; and my marriage had imploded under the strain. (He had recently escaped from his special school, the only child to do that in the 30 years the headteacher had been there.)
Someone from my local Council said Peter was the ‘worst case of Autism they had seen in a long time’. After a multi-agency meeting, it was decided that he should go to a specialist residential school. He was only 10 years old and the decision to let him go was such a painful one - I felt I was letting him down, it was a bit like giving your baby to someone else to bring up. Then we were flooded again - not as badly, as I’d made our home flood resilient, but we were still flooded, and it wasn’t a picnic by any means.
I was also running the National Flood Forum at the time and my phone didn’t stop ringing (remember 55,000 people had been flooded). I was giving advice to people and talking to the media day and night. I guess with the name ‘National Flood Forum’, people thought we were huge but at the time, it was a very small organisation.
Luckily carers from Peter’s new school were with him during the day, trying to get to know him but in the evenings and nights it was just me, answering that phone at the same time. Peter wasn’t my only child either). I was determined to keep going, even though the demands on me were incessant. Then the time came in September for Peter to go to residential school 35 miles away - although we did it gradually, parting with him was honestly the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Something broke inside me after that but still I kept going. I can clearly remember walking to a local river bridge with tears pouring down my face, to give a TV interview. I gave ‘a brilliant interview’ (so the guy said afterwards) but I walked away and cried again. Then one day I woke and didn’t stop crying for days. I felt totally broken.
I really struggled with going to my GP, ‘what will she think of me’ etc but she was brilliant. She had a mildly autistic son, so knew something of what I was going through, and she’d also seen me many times on the television news. She was very supportive and said I was exhibiting ‘true grief’, having put Peter into care. She was astounded that I had been able to hold down my job.
One huge mistake I made was not to tell the board of the NFF just how bad things were for me. (My advice to anyone going through something similar, is please tell your work place - I literally couldn’t cope, and my work relationships suffered).
To this day, they still don’t know. I was put onto antidepressants and was on them for quite a while. I think once this has happened to a person, you never fully recover. I’m self-employed now (which can be very scary, as it tends to be feast or famine, and when it’s a famine time, I do become quite anxious but who wouldn’t?)
I’m seen as ‘strong’ ‘passionate’ and ‘charismatic’ about the work I do - but some mornings I can wake, and that bloody ‘black dog’ is in my room and sitting heavily on my chest. The type of person I am, I plaster a smile on my face and get on with it but it’s not always easy.
My son is now 21 and in a local specialist care home. His mental capacity is between 9 months and 4 years, He was also recently diagnosed with epilepsy. Hindsight has told me that putting him into specialist care was the best possible thing we could do for him - he has had a much better quality of life as a result. My ex-husband and I care for him together every other weekend and we have quality time with him. It is still stressful and demanding but we do get to hand him back afterwards.
However, as I result of all I’ve been through, I have been left scarred. It has planted a permanent ‘seed’ in my brain that will always be there, and one I guess I will always wrestle with.
Relationships, friendships, how well you get on with people can be heavily influenced by your mental health.
That's not really a very insightful comment, but it's very true. How much have you thought about the impact mental health (yours or others) has had on your life?
We meet some people on our journey who we get on well with but realise that were not as compatible for whatever type of relationship we have or thought we would have.
Sometimes this realisation is linked to who someone actually is, sometimes its linked to who someone actually is because of the situational impacts of the challenges of life.
I lost myself a few years ago. I struggled. My mental health was poor, but I can see now that it was situational. In the same way that things like living in the wrong area, not enjoying your job etc can lead to you losing your zest.
I'm pretty certain I had a breakdown. But hindsight is a great thing.
Situational change is ok because you can try and change the situation, or at least realise that the situation has a lot to do with why you feel and think like you do. And that poor mental health doesn't define you and like Ronan said life can be a rollercoaster.
As an example I went to a music weekend recently. The last time I went was 3 years ago and I was anxious for the whole weekend and didn't enjoy it. I didn't want to be there and I pulled out the following year. However last weekend in the same place I felt like a different person, the anxiety wasn't there, I was more relaxed, I was enjoying life more.
My situation had changed and so had my outlook and my default position on life to be anxious was not there.
People can change. Some people can't. Some people say they can but don't.
You can see change, you can observe it, you don't need to tell people you've changed because they tell you that you have.
Take control, make the change, realise life is a rollercoaster, accept that you can struggle at certain times, but also believe in yourself that you will get back out of the trough.
I feel like this was a real random ramble so I'll probably re-write it later, but its good enough, and i don't need perfection.
Today I'm delighted to be hosting another guest blog from my colleague Jason. Jason shared his story at a recent event at work. He stood tall on a stage and told people who he was and told them it was alright to be himself. He did himself proud. I'm proud to know him and pleased he has shared to help others understand about bipolar disorder
Take Care Paul
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
1 in 4
You know that statistic sounds familiar? 1 in 4 people will suffer from a mental illness at some time, stress, anxiety, depression, bi-polar disorder and schizophrenia for example. If you are lucky you never will, but you will know somebody that does – it touches us all!
I am that 1, if you think about it in a team of 20 people 5 will be affected by mental health issues.
I have bipolar disorder – this is my story which I have written to be honest and thought provoking - so that you can understand what goes on and that there is always hope. People with bi-polar disorder experience mood swings from depression to extreme elation and these cycle at different rates. Left untreated can lead to psychosis –as you will see.
If I think back I was always happy, high spirited, mischievous and outgoing, but then this was interspersed with periods of being seriously introverted. I never thought anything of it. I did very well at school, college and university – degree in Environmental Science. I ended up working for a big international company and was picked up in their management development program. So I was managing a large business with a multi million £ turnover.
I had noticed that my performance at work would vary markedly and I did end up in two uncomfortable performance reviews (not good when you have depression and don’t know it) – all my colleagues seemed stable and even, but I felt like life was a roller coaster. I did well until 1998, I suffered from a serious bout of depression and was off work for a month. Well it happened, at the end of 1998 until the beginning of February 1999 I suffered from a serious manic/psychotic episode. What does this mean? Racing thoughts, paranoia, hallucinations, flashing lights, no need to sleep, spending sprees and really totally out of control.
At this point I nearly became another statistic – the biggest killer of men under the age of 45 is suicide – the only way out of this thing is to stop it dead?
Luckily for me my wife, best friend and father took control of the situation – they took me to a psychiatric hospital in Manchester and had me sectioned under the mental health act. Hard as it was for them and for me (this was the most frightening, degrading and humiliating experiences of my life) it probably saved my life. I recovered, I spent 4 weeks in hospital and 9 months off work to recover – what’s more is that now I had a label, BIPOLAR!
What I needed now was a period of stability, but this did not happen. In 2000 I was made redundant as the company was bought out. I finished my MBA and worked part time as a consultant, looking after my new daughter as much as I could. I knew that I wanted a “proper” job again but struggled to find what I wanted. So I took it upon myself to work up from the bottom – this is exactly what I did and now find myself working in a really interesting and demanding role at the Environment Agency.
All this time I am medicated and I will be for the rest of my life – I take lithium (plus others) as a mood stabiliser, but mood swings still break through from time to time although not as severe. I have wrestled with the NHS, they added a very strong anti-psychotic medication to the mix about 9 years ago as I was still having issues. I never liked this medication for a whole host of reasons – and eventually with the help of my GP I was released from its grasp in November 2016. This has made an enormous change to my life – every aspect, I now know that this medication (does work) affected my relationship with my wife, my relationship with my kids and my performance at work. Now I feel like I am back (a bit like Arnie!!) , the old me that I knew so long ago.
Working at the Environment Agency has helped me a lot, I regained my dignity and self respect. The EA actively helps people like me, all of the team leaders that I have had (about 6) have supported me throughout. I use the employee passport scheme and this has helped me explain and negotiate reasonable adjustments – I don’t ask for much just some understanding, support and flexibility. I have been involved in some fantastic challenging work and worked in some great teams, and a number of years ago I thought that my career was over. You might have seen my story before as I have shared it with the Mental Health Network, a group that I helped establish.
My concluding comments are – I do not feel mentally disabled I feel “enabled”. I represent the 1:4, if you do the right things you can stay well and achieve many things that you didn’t think possible. I have developed a sound self management regime including – correct medication, support network, exercise, good diet, proper R&R, planning workload and I have a crisis management plan too. I promised myself, my wife and my family that I would never go back to the “ward” – keeping everything in balance helps – working here enables me to maintain this and be myself.
I have come to realise that I am part of an elite group of people – some great people with bi-polar - Stephen Fry, Kurt Cobain, Sinead O’Connor, Frank Sinatra, Ludwig van Beethoven, Spike Milligan, John Cleese , Robin Williams, Mel Gibson, Bill Oddie, David Walliams & Katherine Zeta-Jones &Paul Gascoigne – the list goes on and on………………….if you check out Wikipedia there is an A to Z
When I was at Paul Wyse’s brilliant Mental Health unconference recently I had a brief conversation with the EA MHN sponsor. We talked about all the brilliant creative people that work for the EA and how to capture their creativity as this is something we often miss. Being bi-polar I am very aware of this and my creativity and passion ebbs and flows like the tide. Andy talked about harnessing this, but I am not quite so sure?
When I am in an up phase I am very prolific and productive and I am not sure that this really need to be encouraged too much because things could accelerate away out of control. There is a way of capturing this and it takes recognising that it is happening because sometimes it is over before it’s over. When I am in my creative /up phase I pass on lots of ideas to my team and team leader and the people around me, they might not recognise this but it does happen. Sometimes the ideas are really good and sometimes they are rubbish – they do need to be filtered.
The way in which I manage myself – I try to control the urge to be too creative and get excited about new ideas. However, when I do have them I have to let them out or else they go around and around in my head eventually going into an accelerated freefall. I guess it is about balance and the balance that I have found over the years seems to work.
Doing things, different things and pushing your boundaries makes you realise that life is really worth living. It also helps build your resilience and your ability to cope with uncertainty, which is a major cause of anxiety.
[Yeah yeah here he goes again talking the talk but not walking the walk I hear you say (you're probably not but that's my anxiety whispering it in my ear).]
Fixing yourself requires (unfortunately) a certain amount of discomfort. The same way that doing a couch to 5k will make your legs ache, doing a 'anxious to less anxious' will make your mind ache (and probably give you that horrible churning feeling in your stomach too). But it's worth it, it may not feel it at the time and you may not (probably won't) be immediately fixed but it will help, and it will help by topping up your bucket (dear liza) or making the hole a bit smaller.
Last week I went on holiday on my own this involved going on a plane on my own. I've never done either of those things before. It was weird and uncomfortable and I didn't come back 'fixed' but I did top my bucket up and coped with uncertainty and proved to myself that I can do things and be ok.
I've done quite a few things this year for the first time, or the first time in a long time like:
Now these things might be small things to you, but to me they were all uncertain things and came with associated anxiety because of that uncertainty. And they were all alright, I mean I was rubbish at salsa but it was alright and I came out of them all relatively unscathed and with more experiences under my belt.
Off the back of this I've decided to do some more things I've not done before which will make me anxious, but I was lacking inspiration as my typical past mindset has been to avoid the uncertain, so I set about googling some bucket list ideas and found this one bucketlist which has just over 1000 ideas!
These range from things I know are a step too far, things that would be a good stretch to easily achievable things but things I've never done (bake off next year maybe).
What do you do to challenge yourself, to challenge your uncertainty and anxiety?
Could you do something?
Today I spoke to someone about someone they were worried about. The second someone wasn’t seeking or using the help that was on offer. We wondered why.
I then remembered that realising and accepting that you have a mental health problem is an ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE STEP. It’s a massive step to accept things when you’re thinking straight but it’s even harder when you’re not, and I’ve blogged before a few times about anxiety and it’s impact on your pre frontal cortex (the decision making part of your brain).
So why won’t they accept the help?
Well I’m not them so I don’t know but perhaps they aren’t thinking straight, perhaps everything feels overwhelming even picking up the phone to talk to someone, perhaps they feel that because of the stigma of mental health illness (remember it’s an illness) means that they feel useless, shame, guilt and a host of other emotions that the simple act of picking up the phone and talk to someone is too big.
A friend told me that when they shared at work about depression that it was a bigger step than when they came out. Saying this stuff is BIG.
So how can we help people accept that they might need help?
And importantly we can try and help people build their personal resilience so they feel more able to make that massive step.
Imagine you can’t dance, have never danced and can’t think of anything worse than going and dancing in front of someone you don’t know. Perhaps you're on Strictly. Feels scarey, makes you feel anxious. Ok well then just ring the helpline. There’s help out there. Off you go. Make that massive step. 'Now messing up the Argentinian tango with Flavia is....'
Now imagine you have to do that dance but you’ve spent some time beforehand building your confidence, working to reduce your anxiety, understanding that uncertainty about what might happen is normal and is ok, realising that the catastrophe you think might happen will very likely not, taking some time off to relax, doing some exercise, writing a diary about your thoughts etc. Is it a bit easier to make the step, when you feel a bit more resilient, a bit more in charge?
Ok so you don’t like dancing so perhaps it’s a big sports match, you’ve been thrown in the deep end, you’re taking a penalty, you’ve not practiced enough, your mind isn’t in the right place, it’s bloody hard, you feel so much pressure, you’re worried about being viewed as a failure. But with practice, and coaching, and healthly living and a host of other things you can do it. It’s still scary but you can do it.
It’s essential for recovery that you do accept you have a challenge to overcome and that you might need help.
Enabling yourself to make that huge acceptance step by being kind to yourself, taking care or yourself and giving your anxious / depressed / insert other condition here brain a rest is just as important.
So if you’re struggling, maybe try being kind to yourself first and build up to that step.
If you know someone who is struggling help them by guiding them to build their resilience so they can make that step.
Some will find it easy, like the dance, some will find it hard. Saying the words out loud that you have a challenge and need some help is massive.
Appreciate and understand that, be kind to yourself and be kind to others, maybe try some stuff in the wheel below.
This weekend, much to my embarrassment I was subject to an Ebay scam.
I bought or thought I bought a nice VW Transporter van on Ebay. It was the dream van. It cost me £20,000. I was all ready to take the kids away for a weekend. I even paid the fucker £100 extra to deliver it.
It was a very clever scam, I mean I’m super intelligent and I fell for it (more details are available on request). But I do feel a tit and a much poorer one now.
I waited in all of Sunday. He didn’t arrive. I even bought insurance for it, but fortunately they waved the £25 cancellation fee 12 hours later.
As Tears for Fears said “Shout shout let it all out….” But I didn’t want to, and I still don’t want to, which is a bit weird, but I think is strange but demonstrates how far I’ve come in my MH journey (cue Coldplay music, that one about clocks probably that they always play on X factor when someone talks about their journey, metaphorically, not in a transport sense).
The bank have said I probably won’t get the money back. That’s a bit of an arse, but it’s not the end of the world.
It does shows how far I’ve come. I'm quite impressed with myself to be honest.
I could be really worried. I could be really anxious. I could be really fearful. I could go mad, punch walls and be really frustrated.
I spoke to my best friend. She was worried I was going to punch walls. But the walls were safe, as am I. I don't punch walls anymore.
There’s little point being frustrated, worrying about the past or fretting about the future. What’s the point? Some things in life are shit, they just things are. I’m ok, no one died or got hurt. Everyone is ok, apart from my bank account.
In the present, in this moment, I’m ok. The people I love and care about are ok. So to be honest that’s all that really matters.
I could live in a tent with the people I love with nothing of any material value and I’d be ok. It’s people that matter. It’s health that matters. It’s relationships that matter. It’s memories. It’s holding hands. It’s staying up late talking. It’s playing Bananagrams till the small hours.
Things are, well things. People matter.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, even if it’s expensive. Value the people. Value yourself.
And if you find yourself in times of trouble, let it be.
Take care (and be careful on e bay)
Mr Paul Wyse