Having set off from Cardiff on Friday evening, we had no idea of whether we would even make it to Calais due to heightened security on the border and media reports suggesting that the refugee camp in Calais had been demolished; all refugees had apparently been relocated across France. However, we arrived safely in Calais via the euro tunnel with our car stuffed with clothes, medications and dental materials.
In recent months I have both graduated from university and turned the ripe old age of 23. By juggling a retail job, freelance work and the occasional unpaid personal project, I scramble through most of my days searching for the sweet relief of feeling "Wow...I really have my shit together!", before I pat myself on the back and give a double thumbs up to an invisible camera. But that feeling never seems to come.
The idea that there is some beauty or romance in suicide, some tortured individual or couple finally freeing themselves from pain and suffering is irresponsible. Were all suicides talked about as they should (and often are) as cataclysmic, moments of human suffering, then it is quite possible there would be fewer.
This day each year encourages people to take just five minutes out of their day to hold a conversation about mental health with friends, family, colleagues, or anyone else you can think of. Participants can log their five minutes on the Time To Change website in the hope of gaining an idea how how much time was spent on this day talking about mental health.
Should mental health stigma still have an impact of those suffering? Statistics show that almost everyone dealing with mental health has been, and still is, impacted negatively by the stigma surrounding it. Is it right that already vulnerable and isolated members of society should be made to feel more alone?