BOOM! Hello everybody I’m back. Back as in, I’m writing again and it feels dam gooooood. Blogging is ingrained somewhere deep within my soul. Not being able to write is like having an inch that I can’t scratch. So…. SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH!
As with my previous blog, I will be writing weekly posts, (potentially more depending on the old workload), but I hope to contribute as much as possible.
Let’s begin with Mental Health Awareness Week. A success in many ways, and full credit to the
Mental Health Foundation for raising awareness via their ‘Surviving or Thriving’ campaign. Yet, I can’t help but spot holes in their research. A survey across 2,290 people was conducted. Is that really enough to define solid conclusions?
“More than 4 in 10 people say they have experienced depression”
“Over a quarter of people say they have experienced panic attacks.”
Given a larger demographic I personally think those figures would be much higher.
Still, this is not to sh** all over The Mental Health Foundation and the work that they commissioned, as I fully support all research and fact-finding when it comes to mental health. You can read the full report here.
Personally, I was disappointed with MHAW this year. The media coverage was average at best and it felt disingenuous. Raising awareness is great and I’m fully behind that. Heck it’s part of my own personal mission! However, isn’t it time that the world actually started to take action?
In my recent welcome video I talk about an experience that I had with my GP and pharmacy. Basically a mistake was made with my repeat prescription and the medication I take wasn’t available. To be clear
Sertraline is NOT a medication that a person can stop taking cold turkey. Think of it like coffee or sugar, if you suddenly stop consuming it’s going to hit hard! Like being plunged into an icy lake, or free-falling withou a parachute. It f**ks up both the mind and body.
For the full details, feel free to watch the video, but after three days without meds and no sign of any aid from the doctor receptionists, I decided that my only option was to burst into the surgery in hysterics and practically begged them to help me. I could barely speak I was crying so hard. I hoped for sympathy, or at least a little human kindness. But instead I was met with utter contempt…. and then it hit me, right there and then. “They don’t care.” This might sounds like an obvious and trivial conclusion, but it was a tremendous shock for me. Eventually, due to my tears and to put it bluntly “making a scene,” I got the prescription. But not before I was made to feel totally undeserving of help.
Perhaps if I would’ve walked in there with a missing limb, or blood streaming from my eyes, things would’ve been different.
My point is, mental illness is not taken as seriously as it needs to be, not even close. Our pain is swept under the rug like everything else unsavoury, and we accept this…. because it’s all we’ve ever known.
We make do, deal with it the best that we can and get on with it. And when you really think about, that’s truly a sad thing.
This blog and website has and will always be dedicated to helping those who are suffering. Whether that’s with useful techniques, up to date information or interviews with experts. We’re All Mad Here will ALWAYS be on your side and in YOU corner. I love you all.