It was the first time that I had visited A&E and not had to wait. I was raced into the medical room on a gurney, electrodes were stuck on my body to check my heart was not about to collapse. Blood tests taken to check my liver was still functioning and calculate exactly just what I had thrown down my throat.
You can be the strongest person in the world and still be struck down with an anxiety disorder. In all fairness, it's usually the strongest and most confident people who suffer from anxiety disorders because they hide their emotions away.
I used to think nostalgically about life before the internet and mobile phones. I would write letters, or use the landline to contact people, you spent more time reading, in the park, drawing and painting. It was an innocent time, less complicated than today.
We are more than content to share our happiest moments on social media, but imagine a world where we would feel obliged to share out most depressing moments with one another? With this support network, many of the problems that seem unmanageable suddenly become manageable.
People keep insisting that the stigma of mental health problems are long gone. From institutions saying it's okay to speak up about your mental health...
Society is petrified of seclusion and this is especially difficult if you are in a new city, have recently come out of a relationship, started a new job or generally have just ongoing feelings of isolation and loneliness.
Many fantastic mental health charities exist, which influence policy, address public attitudes and provide vital support to people living with mental illnesses. However, such organisations rarely finance research and as a result, charitable funding in the mental health sector is virtually non-existent.
The UK is shockingly behind other developed countries in terms of children's health outcomes, with five more children dying per day than in Sweden. So many health issues facing our children are preventable - yet the Government has just cut £200 million from public health spending and with it many of the resources we need to educate children about their health.
As humans, we all have an ego. The ego is a key psychological component of our personality, represented by our consciousness and the reactions and decisions we make when conscious. In the most basic terms, our ego is behind what we do in life, it's the whole "why we do the things we do".
I'm sociable, I really am. Everyone I meet pegs me as an extrovert, the proverbial life and soul (burning bright but fast). I feed off interesting people like some kind of creature of the night, but afterwards I definitely need to recharge, assuming I haven't run out of battery mid-way through a party and am left standing paralysed in the full beam of small talk (or hiding in the loo, as above).
Several years ago my penchant for sleep and the accompanying lethargy had got so bad I went to see my doctor. I felt there was obviously something wrong with me physically as I struggled to get from one hour to the next.
As I once wrote in Dear Miss Landau, "have you ever met one of those people who always end up standing in the kitchen at parties? The geeky weirdo wit...
The key thing to remember seems to be not to give in. No matter how bad it feels, you are unlikely to die. You are afraid. It WON'T last forever. So breathe. Breathe again. Talk to someone.
During my pregnancy I saw at least eight different healthcare professionals over dozens of appointments mostly relating to my mental health and the dramatic downward spiral that becoming unexpectedly pregnant had caused it to take.
It is so common to feel anxious, sad, depressed, stressed, scared and lonely. If you are nodding away whilst reading this, you must remember that you are not alone, because there are so many people out there that are feeling the same way you are. I'm one of them.
It's an obvious question: how could hurting yourself provide any relief? Unfortunately I am seasoned to self-harm and its effects. I honestly wish I could be writing this with no scars from the times I hurt myself but I am scarred. I wish I lived without the urges but I occasionally yearn for the pain.