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By talking about mental health they aim to break down stereotypes and take the taboo out of something that affects us all. Pledge to share your experience of mental health today >>

Liam's story

October 29, 2008

If you asked me to tell you what I got for Christmas last year; I wouldn't have a clue. Having said that; I can remember the day I was first sectioned fairly clearly, and that was nearly 20 years ago. I was naked; talking to a light bulb; believing that I would be beamed up too heaven at any moment. My father, my sister, my sister's husband and his friend all witnessed this breakdown. I was told later that I had been acting weird for weeks. I had lost a lot of weight very rapidly; I was not sleeping, and I would continually go missing.

The save Wiseworks campaign

September 23, 2008

My first campaign was to do with a rehabilitation training centre called Wiseworks in Harrow near where I live. I myself spent one and a half years there when I was recovering. I had become unwell and there was not a single penny coming in. I was used to being in a business world and being very successful, then all of a sudden I had no income, it was devastating. The first week I went to rehabilitation training, I was offered three pounds at the end of the week for my work. Those three pounds for me meant three thousand pounds - it was just that feeling that I was taking something home.

Footprints in the sand: My story by Lauren John

September 22, 2008

Footprints in the Sand never started life as any sort of crusade, it was simply a personal experience woven in to some lyrical ideas I'd come up with. But there is a story to be told and I am only too happy to tell it and hopefully inspire others in the future.

James' story

August 21, 2008

As a teenager I'd always relied on being a fast runner to get me out of trouble but on an eventful day in 1985 I wasn't playing British Bulldog at Pilton school, this time I was running for my life.