mental health awareness week

My son has spent many nights this week in tears and out-of-sorts
I’ve been asking myself a fairly existential question this week – namely if mental health is now as prominent as it appears
While many of us might be thinking of Megan Markle this week as she prepares for her big day on Saturday, this time last
Over the last 10 years holes in the ‘net’ of public services, which previously caught and supported the most vulnerable, have widened until the net is now more holes than substance
At the age of 10 years old, I developed a series of anxiety disorders. I would experience panic attacks. I felt on edge and unable to relax and at one stage, this prevented me from leaving the house. I felt as if I was alone and did not realise that other people experienced the same issues as me. I was surviving.
Nobody would seriously suggest the best way to tackle childhood obesity is by increasing the number of gastric band surgeries we perform, and yet this is the flavour of our current thinking on mental health, where the response of patients, professionals, celebrities and politicians seems limited to demands for more treatment by more trained professionals in more specialist services.
Aaron Davies, 22, had an erratic school career, eventually leaving school in sixth form due to his mental health. In this blog to mark Mental Health Awareness Week, Aaron talks about his experience of depression, the value of support networks, and the message he'd like to send to young people going through similar tough times.
Given today's climate - of perpetual mental health funding cuts, of denial and of recrimination - it is easy to give in to despair; to throw our arms up and scream, what can I do? It's easy to give into apathy. However I want to ask you to do something far bolder - hope.
I have two children away at school and one at home, no husband to look forward to seeing in the evening or to prepare a meal for, much of my focus went. I have had to get used to this very different life and expand my life in other ways to fill the holes that have been left.
Now I realise that may sound like one big lie, but let me reassure you it is possible to enjoy spending long periods of time on a train with someone's sweaty armpit in your face - you just have to train yourself in the art of happy commuting.