Mental health is complex.
I have been to some dark dark places in my mind. I have travelled to the centre of a black hole of depression right into the heart of its singularity from which no light escapes. If it wasn’t a phonecall to my friend Steve at the critical time then it could have been oh so different. He saved my life (and I had saved his – a few years back).
It’s a different experience for different people and affects people in differing degrees and profundity. The medical protocols can have quite an impact but the aim of any practitioner is to support independence and freedom of living, management of the condition and functional wellbeing.
Often, those who have a mental health issue have accompanying challenges. It is known amongst this cohort they have the highest levels of wanting to work but the lowest levels of in work rates. Issues such as employment, making work work for them, substance abuse, complex family issues and housing needs all burn at the same time in somesort of crucible.
It is added pressure to those who are already stressed and in need. Needless to say a lot of the services have been cut. A lot of the support that exists beyond your GP – who isn’t a specialist – can be hard to travel to, and costly to get there. Across London, there are a patchwork of services and organisations – charities or otherwise doing the best they can to mitigate the problem but provision needs to have more concerted thinking and delivery.
I am fortunate, that in my part of the Borough, services are joined up to a greater degree but when you walk out that door, you walk out alone – and then it hits you. You’re on your own, trying to survive and this is a test of your own leadership to solve. You have to be leader to lead yourself out of what can be a quagmire. And if you can make it, anyone can.