My Mental Health Manifesto

I’m not really much of a blogger, much as I want to be. But it’s Mental Health Awareness Week and I feel I’ve got something to say in this area.

Firstly I want to preface this post by saying I am speaking purely about my own experiences which might not be the same as other people’s experiences. But honestly I have been on a massive journey over the last year with regards to my mental health and it has made me think a lot about what is needed. I suffer from anxiety and depression. My depression has this annoying tendency to disappear for months on end and then knock me over. After my wedding I walked into a deep grey fog and came closer to serious crisis than I have done in years. Luckily I am now really engaging with CBT for the first time (after a couple of disastrous attempts before) and can at least take control albeit however temporarily of my situation.

So in 2018 this is what I think needs to change about mental health in the UK.

  • WE DON’T NEED AWARENESS WE NEED CHANGE. This might be due to my own personal echo chamber, I am forever grateful to the immense mental health community on Twitter for being there. I find that there is a lot less stigma around discussing mental health than even five years ago. What we need to do is give people the support they need.
  • Help drive flexible conditions in the work place. In 2016/17, 12.5 MILLION work days were lost due to work-related stress, depression or anxiety That is a huge amount. Even though rules around flexible working were changed in 2014 but as an HR professional, I am still hearing stories around businesses that are stuck in the past. Understanding how you can support employees as individuals rather than identical worker bees can have a massive impact on mental health.
  • Better mental health support in schools. I don’t know much about this but I have heard a statistic that says the majority of mental health disorders start in childhood. I can definitely say that secondary school had a major impact on my mental health and was the beginning of a dangerous self-harm addiction that would take me more than a decade to break. Checking the news this week I read two articles that tell us about the problems with mental health in children (Sharp rise in under-11s referred for mental health help) and students (Student mental health ‘failing a generation). One of my personal aims is to understand more and get involved with groups who are helping with this.
  • Better understanding of how mental health differs for different demographics. Again this is something I don’t know much about. I am bisexual, and I have been fortunate to have a relatively smooth experience of growing up, coming up and defining myself with this. But statistics show that LGBTQIA people are more likely to suffer from mental health problems. What’s more, it is critical to understand the difference experiences that lesbians for example, might face when asking for mental health support, compared to bisexual or transgender individuals. Race, class, disabled, or a variety of other contexts need to be better understood so we can give the right support for each person.

So there you have it. My Mental Health Manifesto. Certainly gives me something to work with this year. So what is yours going to say?

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Do I dare to eat a peach?

Ok.  Well I tried to post this once and then the internet stole my words! How rude. Ahem.  Moving on.  Apologies for anyone who read this while it was just a title.

So the title is a line from this poem called The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot.  It is a very long poem with beautiful meter that flows fantastically.  And what a line! In fact I recommend you listen to a reading of it right now.  It’s quite long.

So the reason I’m quoting this poem is because I’ve just watched a film called Kill Your Darlings.  This is a film about a completely different poet called Allen Ginsberg and how his intellectual and passionate blooming entwines with the creation of the Beat movement.  I highly recommend it to anyone.

But it got me thinking about poetry.  About words and stories and sounds and experiences.   I like poetry.  Mostly this has come from an angsty few years at university where the best way to cope with my emotional confusion was to write.  Hey it’s cheaper than therapy.  But the thing is I never learnt to write poetry.  I never learnt about rhyme and meter and the difference between a sonnet and a haiku.  I never even learned how to read poetry properly.

This is a pet peeve of mine.   Thousands of people of similar age to me in the UK suffered through poetry at GCSE by being given an anthology, told to read a poem, in silence, and then dissect every line of the poem for meaning whilst completely failing to appreciate the poem as a whole.   This picture is a good summation of my English lessons (apologies for the swearing!)


But now that I have even the shallowest skim understanding of things like meter and caesuras, I can actually enjoy reading a poem.  I can read it out loud the way they are most often meant to be and appreciate the sound of the poem as well the experience.    I would like to read more poetry.  I don’t really know any poets so at this stage it’s pretty much just a random search to see what sticks… far one.  But that is better than none. 🙂

Umm…the end…..quick Rachel try and get to a point!

Poetry is a beautiful art medium.  I’m glad that I can start to appreciate it properly now.  Here’s to exploring the world.