Unless you have been on Planet Mars for the last 18 months, you can’t have failed to learn from the press, media and our esteemed Government, that England – nay Britain – is at the mercy of a large group of dangerous subversives who are systematically draining its life-blood. I refer, of course, to the recipients of state benefits.
It's summer time, and for a while now things have been really good. I just came back from Zante with my brother; we decided to go together. You know, it's odd how many people asked us why we had come on holiday together and not with our friends. People didn't understand why we would want to spend two weeks together on a party holiday.
Warning: This post discusses suicide and may trigger. Our blogger was going through a period of stress after her sister’s attempted suicide, and has since had time to recover, but she felt that sharing her feelings at the time and explaining in her next post how things have now improved might help others dealing with the same thing.
So this is my first blog, I wasn't quite sure how to start, I was going to start with something philosophical because I am that kind of person! However I thought it would be best to introduce myself properly: I am sunshine, I'm 19, I try and see the brightest in every situation.
Due to my involvement with Rethink Siblings I have been thinking a lot about the past, when my brother became ill. I felt that I needed to remember him in a good way - needed a reminder of what he was like before he became ill. I was also curious to understand whether his friends were aware of what was happening at that time...
After months of campaigning with our supporters and the 10 other health charities that we brought together, Rethink is delighted that the Government has agreed to every single one of the changes we wanted to see made to the NHS bill. Thanks to the hard work of everyone involved, the Government really has listened to Rethink and our supporters.
Due to my involvement with Rethink Mental Illness' Siblings Network I have been thinking a lot about the past, when my brother became ill. I felt that I needed to remember him in a good way - needed a reminder of what he was like before he became ill. I was also curious to understand whether his friends were aware of what was happening at that time...
I've spent a lot of this month being angry. Maybe many of us patients have, and perhaps for the same reason. Anyway, here's my beef.
When I became unwell, I was lucky enough to have the unfailing support of my family, partner and close friends, and my own savings to pay for CBT, when there were no CBT therapists within my local NHS at the time. Without all of that, I wouldn't be where I am today.
"Thanks for the parcel, it arrived today the same as me. I've not got a sea view but the sea isn't far away xxxx"
Easter 2011. My sister's just arrived at a halfway house in a town we'd generally consider without prospects. It's a long way from here. I read her message as I set off home and am in tears by the time I reach the first set of lights.