On Saturday April 26th, over thirty people gathered at a venue in Kings Cross to participate in a new theatre project designed to highlight, question and hopefully, challenge our approach to mental distress at an individual and societal level. The idea is that through an ensemble approach to writing, devising and performing a piece of drama, based on real life stories, will be presented to the public.
So mental health is back in the news. Why? Britain's Got Talent of course - doesn't all the current news come from crooked M.Ps and BGT? I'm sat here listening to a supposed expert waxing lyrical over the mental state of a woman she has never met, never mind examined. So Susan Boyle has been assessed under the provisions of the Mental Health Act, an entirely sensible measure, how could a woman from West Lothian who was unknown to most of us three months ago and who has been thrust into a world she is entirely new to, be expected to cope on any level.
A little time has passed since I last entered my local pool. What's the matter? The weather is favourable. I am physically in fine form. However, for some reason I feel un-enticed by the thought of stripping off, showering and entering the pool.
Just for today, I have decided to mention my inertia. It happens. I am taking time out, one day at a time and look forward to resuming my regular swims.
Easter Monday's episode of Coronation Street saw a throwaway remark by the character 'Peter Barlow' spark some anger with viewers when he referred to matriarch 'Blanche Hunt' as being dressed as a "mental patient" when she'd unwittingly turned up a few weeks early for a murder mystery weekend dressed as Amelia Earhart.
Several hours have past, since my latest satisfying swim at my local pool. The result of that 30 minute immersion is my current state of emotional tranquility, clarity of thought and last but not least, aching limbs.