I have a bugbear, and that is the way resilience is described as simply bouncing back. Here is the thing. We all bounce back from the rubbish life throws at us one way or another. That in itself is not resilience. Resilience is the way we adapt and respond to the rubbish life throws at us. This will either strengthen or weaken your resilience over the years.
Not everyone has a propensity to deal with such difficulties - even if those difficulties are likely to be temporary because the mentally ill party is receiving treatment. And I don't think that's being prejudiced or discriminatory. That's just the reality.
A disgruntled workforce is an unproductive one, I hear you cry. A job should not cost you your mental health. I'd agree. But I want to issue a warning: One of the worst things you can do in your career and in your life more generally, is to keep complaining about your working situation.
For 20 years I spoke through my skin because I couldn't find the right words. Instead of a best friend to play with, I had a pair of scissors. And instead of a voice, I got stuck on a merry-go-round of bottling things in and bleeding them out. The question I often get asked is 'why'; what could make me feel so low that I would want to drag a blade across my own flesh. Having had nearly two decades to gnaw over an answer, I'm still not really sure, other than - being brutally honest - I think I liked it. It wasn't about the injury I inflicted though, cutting never deviated towards sadomasochism, it was about searching for contentment.
Depression reduces your length of life as much as smoking does... pay for more psychological therapy and it will cost you nothing because of the savings on physical healthcare. The finances of healthcare actually improve through spending more on therapy.
A recent study by Robert Half UK, revealed that nearly a third of UK HR directors cite 'inability to balance personal and professional commitments' as the primary reason for employee burnout. Could the new UK government legislation offering flexible working rights for all help make a difference?
We returned home and I confined the dog to the back garden as I raided the fridge for the solution to my woes and pulled on a raincoat to protect me from the Prince of Darkness's pong. Feeling he was being abandoned or expecting what might happen next, he started howling.
Nearly half of the UK's adult workforce are more stressed than 12 months ago and according to a study released today a third are unable to go a whole day without turning to a sugary snack for relief.
Moving in together seemed like the most logical thing to do. That was, until I started to tell people our news. Instead of receiving the "congratulations" I'd anticipated, reactions from friends and family have ranged from harmless teasing - "whoah that's a big step" - to the downright accusational -"isn't that a bit soon?".
There must be thousands of other people out there who also live with the secret shame that is shyness, the most prevalent of all socially transmitted diseases. I hold out hope that one day there will be a cure as opposed to the band-aid solution that is a wide-mouthed funnel and a litre of gin.
Today I had a message from a friend of mine. She is going to quit her job this morning. She has two children, and her childcare arrangement has let her down again. She is intelligent, educated and highly capable but when push comes to shove the juggling act that has been her life just doesn't make sense anymore.
I believe that all of us have an inner voice that tries to guide us through life. I believe that this voice wants the best for us and tries to steer us toward happiness, contentment and love. I think many people have a sense of this 'voice' but often refer to it simply as their 'gut instinct'.
One of the most challenging things about parenthood is learning to accept change. Accepting the fact once the baby cyclone dust settles, nothing looks like it did before. Not your body, not your relationship, not your friendships. Or your work.
While most people with physical illness are in treatment, this is true for fewer than one in three people with mental illness... What could account for this shocking failure? Stigma is one reason. People are ashamed of being mentally ill.
I was recently asked by someone why I do or want, to carry on doing what I do. It's such a simple question yet it startled me. It's easy enough to jump into a knee-jerk textbook answer but its really hard to articulate why it really is that you do what you do (short of things like necessity, habit, or lack of choice). The 'why not' is not a valid answer.
In order to succeed and thrive in this cut throat culture many also turn to lying, cheating, back-stabbing and elbowing others out of the way to reach the top. People can live in a perpetual state of anxiety, worrying about not being good enough.