People like opposites. Right or wrong. Pass or fail. Leave or remain.
It’s how I often think about my mental health. I am well or ill. Recovered or relapsed. Coping or not coping.
Three years into my recovery from anorexia, I’m learning to admit that my mental health is not black or white. I’m learning how to talk about not being 100%.
As a man who loves both musical theatre and rugby, I am not anyone’s model of traditional masculinity. Fun for me is found in the shades of grey. In disagreement and debate. In diversity.