I have woken up livid this morning. Because of the bank holiday, my prescription isn't ready and it has really got me stressed out. As I said yesterday to my counselor when I vented, I know what happens when I don't take my medication so being spoken to in a dismissive way is not at all helpful. There's no taking into account the level of advocacy capability a person has when they suffer with mental health. I can shout and rage for what I need without the help of anybody else, but what about the people who can't articulate what they need? How do they take care of themselves?
My counselor talks to me about the Adult Parent Child within us. My Child takes over quite a bit. I'm hoping my Adult might kick in a bit later today when I have to phone the pharmacy again.
I was feeling quite positive about the way mental health is making strides yesterday morning, and then this happens, and I feel like we're all back to square one again. What had me so positive was I've been having a say as someone with "lived experience" about the two new mental health hospitals being built in Surrey and West Sussex. There was a Zoom meeting yesterday morning and I took part, having missed the last couple. We had a walk through of the plans for the revamped Abraham Cowley Unit and I was able to ask questions and make recommendations based on my own experience of ACU back in the autumn. Stuff like this makes me feel part of something awesome when it comes to mental health advancement.
Blogging is an amazing concept so here I am giving it a whirl. You'll get words. You'll get pics. Sometimes a vid or two. You'll get tongue in cheek, the odd humble opinion and an honest insight into my travels and writing life. Maybe even a few gems along the way. I'll be musing on home turf as I see more and more of the UK and sharing my experiences further afield on holidays and adventurous trips across the globe.