Submitted by Shea Wong on Thu, 06/06/2013 - 4:41pm
I’m sitting on a park bench. My makeup is sliding off the side of my face in the sun. I’m trying to look normal, whatever that is. I’m staring down the eyes of my interviewer, lest I let them wander over to the cameraman. I’m a little scared.
Submitted by Shea Wong on Thu, 14/06/2012 - 4:42pm
I'm watching the House of Commons debate about mental health with tears running down my face. My poor baby son must think I'm in right state: clapping, cheering and yelling at the television (but yelling things like "Yes!" and "Way to go!").
Submitted by Shea Wong on Wed, 13/06/2012 - 9:43am
When I began my journey with mental health issues eight years ago, I was terrified of my diagnosis of manic depression. I saw my illness as a death sentence, something to be feared.