Two people that saved my life!

Following a discussion on the radio, I felt inspired to update the blog – it’s been a while! The topic was about people that had ‘saved your life.’ Either directly or indirectly.

I wanted to share with you two people who have saved my life!

While this blog is about those individuals, throughout my time at Southern Health I have been surrounded some extraordinary people that are so full of compassion, kindness and generosity. They have all had such a huge impact on my life and there are certain individuals that really do stand out - but I would be terrified of missing anyone out, so I won’t list them here. Thank you all so much!

I have struggled for many years with severe mental illness; with multiple stays in psychiatric hospitals and community care. A diagnosis of Schizoaffective disorder, I have struggled a long time with psychosis and hearing voices. When poorly, I fall into deep delusion, paranoia and become really unwell – sometimes accompanied by deep depression, although depres…


Well, the news is that the Transformation Team are officially #DuckPositive! I’m aware that outside a very small circle, that might not mean very much right now, so I’ll explain what it is and why we came up with it.

I love my job, and I’m lucky enough to work with a really positive, collaborative group of people, but sometimes I find the energy and noise of a busy open-plan office difficult to handle. It’s nobody’s fault - we’re a creative, social bunch, and for the most part, that makes work an absolute joy.

I’m sure most people can relate to the problem I’m talking about - when you just need some peace and quiet to focus, without the usual distractions disturbing your focus. Hearing voices makes it that much more difficult to get in the zone with a task or project, and it can make it that much more distressing at times to deal with the additional stimulus of the office.

Like I say, I’m lucky to have a great team to support me with all the challenges my mental health can present, a…

An Open Letter To My Mum

This was originally going to be written in a Mother’s Day card, but when I started putting pen to paper, things kind of got away from me. To be honest, while this is an open letter to my mum, much of what I’m about to say also applies to the old man. I would not be here today if it wasn’t for my parents, and I think they deserve to have me tell the world how absolutely amazing they are. We have laughed, shouted, insulted, and supported each other through it all - thank you.
Dear Mum,
Happy Mother’s Day, and all that. At least this year you’re getting a letter - after all, last year’s offering consisted of a folded-up piece of A4! I’m not always the best at telling you how I feel, but I wanted to try and express how much I appreciate everything you have done for me over the years, even when I made it incredibly difficult. I am so proud to be your son.
It’s safe to say I had a difficult childhood, as several of the posts here have detailed. I hated having to go to sch…

The Battles You Know Nothing About

I was inspired to write this post after the #TimetoTalk day run by Time to Change last Friday. For those who don’t know, #TimetoTalk is a mental health awareness day, encouraging anyone with experiences of mental illness to talk. It got me thinking a lot about my own journey in sharing my story; the pros and the cons.

There have been a few articles coming out recently with parts of my story; I’ve been featured in the Times Educational Supplement as well as the Southern Health Journal and The Daily Echo. I’ve been surprised by the range of emotions this has brought out; some positive, others less so.

I think that it is important to share your story. It helps build understanding and compassion, and I think it has the potential to provide a lot of support for others who may be struggling. We all have our walls up, presenting the most perfect image of ourselves that we can over social media, and yet we still fall for it when we look around us.

It’s never been easier to form wildly unreali…

Smallest acts can make the biggest difference

This post was originally going to be a tweet, but as I started writing, I realised it was never going to fit into 280 characters. I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on how the smallest acts can make the biggest difference; it’s impossible to know the enormous impact that a simple can change can have.

I have found this to be true in both my personal and work lives. I have written before about the impact one care coordinator had on my recovery several years ago; she presented me with a simple, hastily drawn picture that changed the way I saw my journey. She was trying to help me, but I’m sure she had no idea how much that single act would do to support me.

Sometimes, it’s the littlest things that matter the most. A friend shared a video with me recently about the reintroduction of wolves into Yellowstone National Park; consequently, a dying ecosystem was revived, the balance of life cycles restored. It doesn’t always take a miracle. Sometimes it just takes one tiny shift for wolves to ch…

Surviving The Joy At Christmas

Christmas. For many people, it’s the most wonderful time of the year - a time to celebrate, socialise, over-indulge in mulled wine and have chocolate for breakfast. It’s a time to catch up with family, exchange presents, pretend that turkey isn’t the driest meat going. But Christmas can also be a time of high emotion for lots of people. Christmas is a time when every routine goes out the window, a time of stress and pressure from all sides.

For me, Christmas has been a tough time of year in the past. It’s difficult to join in the customary small talk with people you haven’t seen in a while when your news includes suicide attempts and hospital stays. And it’s hard to look back on a finished year that you don’t feel proud of.

This year, I have a lot to be thankful for, and a lot to feel proud of. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a scary time of year for me. There are a lot of hidden tripwires in the holiday chaos that can put me off-balance, making me more susceptible to rabbit hole think…

Stand up to bullying!

My last post was a difficult one to share, as it was incredibly personal and emotional for me to put out there. However, I’m so glad I did, as I’ve been blown away by the supportive comments and positive feedback I’ve received. I found it really interesting to read some of the stories and comments written by others in response, particularly from people who admitted that they had bullied others in the past as a way of dealing with their own problems. I’m so glad that people reached out to contribute to the dialogue regarding bullying and the impact it has.

However, in the midst of so much positivity and support, I was devastated to receive an abusive comment on my last blog post. When I first read it, I became paranoid that it had been written by someone I know, hiding behind anonymity. It made me worry that I was making a mistake by putting my thoughts and experiences up on this blog in the first place.

I’m determined not to let one nasty comment bring me down that way. I have been gi…

#20DayMentalWellbeingChallenge - The Conclusion

I thought I would do a quick update following the #20DayMentalWellbeingChallenge I took part in at the beginning of November. I found it invigorating to take a moment each day to do something small to stay in the present.

I love my job, but there have been some steep learning curves involved in it, not least of all balancing work with finding time to look after myself. That work-life balance is key to mental wellbeing, and completing this challenge gave me an opportunity to stop and do something positive every day.

Life can be very busy, and finding the time to do something for ourselves, to make us feel good, often gets put to the bottom of the pile. It’s easy to fill the day helping others and making ourselves busy, but this can often be counter-productive. It’s been a change for me to practise staying in the moment and taking care of myself.

I can swing between feeling regret about the past and being overwhelmed by the future! I spend too much time comparing myself to others, and w…

School Halls Were Battlegrounds - #AntiBullyingWeek

Hearing voices. Sometimes it feels like I have someone tagging along beside me all the time, whispering in my ear, telling me that all the worst thoughts I’ve ever had about myself are true. Inventing new horrors to believe about myself. Bringing me down when I’m at my peak. Following me around, terrorising me, making me believe I’m worthless. That I’m nothing.

They didn’t come out of nowhere. And in the light of Anti-Bullying Week last week, I’d like to talk about my original voices: the ones who followed me around, taunting me, telling me I’d never amount to anything.

Except these weren’t voices in my head. They were real people, and they did more than attack my sense of self-worth. From a very early age at school, I was bullied mercilessly, both physically and mentally, and it was a prolonged trauma that has rewired the way my brain works and shaped the way I view myself today.

I spent the majority of my childhood trying to make myself as small as possible, as if the world might l…


I love my job. I’m sure lots of people say that, but I really, truly love my job. Working for the Trust in the capacity of Expert by Experience could well be one of the best things I have ever done; I feel we’re making some real strides in terms of ongoing change, and it’s a really exciting time for Southern Health. On a personal level, my role makes me feel good about myself, it’s been beneficial for my own mental health, and I feel I’m learning a lot about myself. It’s made me value my experiences and the journey I’ve been on in a new way.

Having said all that, starting work full-time has filled up my life in a way that I’m still having to adjust to. I’m busier than I’ve ever been, and as much as taking the time to reflect and appreciate my journey is beneficial to me, I have far less time to actually do so. By the time I get home in the evening I’m usually pretty mentally exhausted! Every day I put on my ‘work persona’ like everyone else, but mine comes with a side helping of intru…