Being an advocate isn’t about starting rallies and fighting battles. It’s about using your voice to let your thoughts and feelings be known. It’s offering a hand to the people who are drowning, and a voice to those who cannot find theirs.
The honest truth is that at any point, we can make a change. We can start fresh and follow a new path. It’s all down to you. If we fall flat on our feel, we also have the option to stand up and try again, or turn back – neither have to be the wrong option.
When you grow up depressed and anxious your whole life, you don’t expect to make it this far. I never expected to become an adult. A birthday can become a chore when it’s just a reminder that you have existed for another year, when you really, really, don’t want too.
Shopping for someone who you know is suffering from mental illness, can be really hard.
You only want to show the person you love, that you support them, you want to put a smile on their face. But of course, like any gift, there is the risk you may upset them or the present will just end up in the back of the cupboard for the next year.
We know that we will face setbacks with our mental health. Bad days, bad weeks, meltdowns, major episodes…they’re almost inevitable.
We know that our mental illnesses will change over time, as we ourselves and our circumstances change.
Volunteering was probably one of the most unappealing things that I could think of growing up. I never understood why you would sacrifice your time, your actual life, for free? Surely there was no benefit? Even the experience didn’t appeal to me, it just sounded like when a salesman tries