It really is nothing like a broken leg!
'It's nothing like a broken leg': why I'm done with the mental health conversation’ @ladyhaja wrote for The Guardian in the Summer of 2018… I have had this as the first lines of my ‘next blog’ for several weeks now. When I look back at what I had written after this, it makes me feel almost like a stranger, it’s almost humorous. I guess that was the denial stage. I then moved into anger and I couldn’t write for a while after that. I guess that month or so has been the bargaining and then the depression. (AGAIN!?) I have come to think of my experience of mental health ‘services’ (or diservices) as a bereavement. It feels like a period of grief. I have moved from denial, (probably between age 19 to 31) to anger (that one has probably been the most damaging and started pretty much when I decided that I could no longer do it alone, I needed help), the bargaining, and now depression. It’s the acceptance that worries me, and comforts me the most. When I sta