Let's talk
Mental health. It sounds a bit full on doesn't it? Why is it that when we come down with the latest bug going around we are so open in talking about it, asking for help and admitting that it's hard and we're struggling but when the illness is in your head we hush it up, plaster a smile on and say 'I'm fine'? It's almost nonsensical that the one illness that can be helped by talking and support is the one we refuse to talk about. I'm as guilty as anyone with this. If someone asks me how I've been I'm hardly going to reply with 'Actually Susan I've been pacing around the house all night thinking about all the things I dislike about myself, how I'm going to fail in life and most likely die alone'. It's just not something I'm going to talk about when I bump into someone in the middle of town. Plus we all develop our own coping mechanisms and for me, talking isn't one of them. But maybe we should talk abo