I have a reputation for being eccentric at work. My desk is messy and I’m known for singing the same three songs in sudden unbridled outbursts. And yet I’ve managed to hold down the same job for over eight years, rarely letting a ball drop. For five years I masqueraded as unconventional but sane. If I ever needed to take time off to repair my mental health, I would blame flu, food-poisoning, migraines – anything but that. Anything but have colleagues look at me in pity, judgment or doubt.
Recovery is a big word. It’s personal for everyone and everyone has a different idea of what it means. For me recovery means not letting my illness hold me back from my potential, being happy without needing medication to do it for me, accepting myself for who I am and helping others do the same.
Over 10 years ago, I had brain tumour surgery and I was cognitively impaired as a result. It means that I have problems with planning, organising and my memory. I also suffer from fatigue, social isolation, depression and suicidal thoughts.
I was unable to continue with my studies, lost my job and lost my friends because they saw me differently.
Recovery is a big word. It’s personal for everyone and everyone has a different idea of what it means. For me recovery means not letting my illness hold me back from my potential, being happy without needing medication to do it for me, accepting myself for 
Over 10 years ago, I had brain tumour surgery and I was cognitively impaired as a result. It means that I have problems with planning, organising and my memory. I also suffer from fatigue, social isolation, depression and suicidal thoughts.