I'm talking, if you haven't already guessed, about misophonia. Misophonia is, if you like, a fancy word for the hypersensitivity to sound. It's my belief that there are more people out there who experience this than know they experience it. I didn't know there were others out there like me until a few months ago.
Loneliness is not an illness. Like dehydration or hunger it is the body's call for something crucial it lacks, though like an illness it can be debilitating to an individual, stripping them of their happiness and self esteem, not to mention potentially dangerous physical symptoms, such as high blood pressure. It is recognised and certifiably dangerous, and loneliness isn't nearly as talked about as it should be.
Young people are experiencing a mental health crisis of unprecedented proportions. 1 in 10 of them have a diagnosable mental health condition, which equates to 850,000 across the UK. Self-harm in children and teenagers has sky rocketed and over the past ten years we have seen a 68% increase in the number of young people being hospitalised for self-harm.
One in five people severely affected by mental illness live in supported housing, and I hate to think what the alternative would be for many of these people without this provision. Unfortunately, government proposals to change how these services are funded have put the future of supported housing, and the recovery of people living with a mental illness, at risk.
Children can't take out loans - but they can suffer the consequences of aggressive creditors all the same. The Children's Society is deeply concerned that bailiffs, utility companies and local councils who chase struggling parents over unpaid debts may be inflicting real damage to children's mental health.
The human mind can be deceiving at times. But if you're suffering from a mental illness, it becomes your enemy. It makes you believe things you don't want to believe. It makes you think about things you don't want to think about. It makes you feel useless when you're not useless at all. It can completely overpower you and it forces you to think negatively. No matter how hard you try to stay positive, your own mind doesn't like positivity and wants to make you suffer.
Her book performed a rare feat. It penetrated the unfathomably isolating pain of mental illness. Her writing assured me that I wasn't alone. Her writing was unblinking in its honesty and it showed a complete lack of self-pity. It lacked the jocular cheerfulness that writing on depression is often mired with.
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.
I was always curious what the effects of a long silent retreat would be? Would I be enlightened? Would I have a nervous breakdown? You have both experiences but they alternate minute by minute. Just when you think you've reached Buddhahood because your mind is clear, the familiar negative thoughts smash in and shoot you down; reminding you what a jerk you are.
They give you medication to stop depression and suicidal thoughts, but the medication itself induces suicidal thoughts for the first couple of weeks. For that reason, I'm glad I slept for so much of the time. When I was awake, I'd just be thinking about how sharp the knife was that my boyfriend was eating with.
Two years ago yesterday (August 11th), Robin Williams committed suicide. Before his shock death, he had suffered from severe depression. A lot of people would not expect someone so adored and so successful to suffer like that and end his own life. However, that is not the case. Anyone can suffer from depression, no matter how great your life has been.