recovery

In May this year, our small foundation (of just 5 employees at the time), along with the support of the general public from all over the UK, achieved a huge goal: we garnered over 100,000 signatures on our government petition to make mental health education compulsory in all UK schools.
With the birth of my daughter, I've really struggled about what I share online outside of running. It's prompted me to think about what does it mean to be seen and fully authentic on social media.
I slowly taught myself to relish every moment. Squeeze every bit of joy I could out of the process. Because it was the only time I didn't feel totally horrendous inside. I found that I could stretch the work feeling far beyond the hours I was filming a show.
Nothing is less sexy than sex and love addiction. At best I was hooked into self-destructive circles with unavailable partners or short-lived affairs. At rock bottom I was punching myself in the face and smacking my head against the wall.
Being in an abusive relationship is like being outside and alone in a hurricane. The insults, criticism and threats weather you over time. Your worst fears and memories used against you, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. You're exhausted from all the fighting and chaos, but you just have to keep dodging obstacles.
Life as a drinker is fairly boring and monotonous. Combine that with a feeling of being emotionally numb. Spiritually empty. And there becomes a real need for drama, just to feel like something is happening.
We can get so preoccupied with work itself and forget about some of the colleagues around us and how they could be feeling. Work will always be there but your colleagues might not. So, why not start a conversation today?
It is a warm September evening and I'm sat in our clinic lounge looking out at a sea of expectant faces. Some familiar, some new, many fearful, others hopeful and excited. We are at a graduation - An event that we hold in honour of each client as she reaches the end of her treatment.
Apparently, depression isn't real, or so we're led to believe, or at best it's just a trumped up version of melancholy for society's weakest to band about as a modern day 'bad back' disclaimer, some Monopoly get out of jail free card we can swipe at our employers, as though we're waiting in line at the self service, to tap them up for a couple of extra days at home each year when we're having a 'woe is me day' (one of my favourite derogatory terms I've had personally applied).
As a teenager I suffered terribly with anorexia and was sectioned into an adult psychiatric unit to keep me alive. By the time I was 20 years old I was ready to be integrated into society via a rehab unit as I had lost all my social skills.