When my husband was diagnosed with depression, and the extent of his illness, and how he'd been coping so badly became clear, I wished I'd acted earlier. I wished I'd spoken out sooner and been able to given him the support and information he needed. It is his battle to fight but he felt so ashamed he couldn't share his fears and worries with me. I've since trained to be a mental health first aider and my husband is on the road to recovery. Depression is treatable and
My name is Rob, I'm 28 and I live in London.
I've struggled with various forms of depression, anxiety, self harm and issues with drugs and alcohol for over 15 years. In the past it's caused me to try and commit suicide three times, once by an overdose and twice by cutting myself and I recently spent time in a psychiatric hospital in south east London. I have good and I have bad days. Most importantly though, I'm still here and I'm still fighting. It's okay to not be okay and I'm still learning to love myself.
Social anxiety disorder since I was a teenager. This lead to self-medication with alcohol and illegal drugs, and then Major Depressive Disorder.
I am very open about my problems, bit in future I will try to make my communications more accessible to those who do not understand the issue and have not experienced mental illness.
My photo shows me during a bad and a good period of my life. Hopefully, it demonstrates how a mental illness can affect you physically.
I lost my brother recently to mental health issue very early in his turmoil of a life. I love him and miss him so much. People always pretended not to have stima's towards him. But no wanted to spend time with him. Even thou Trevor was kind, loving, funny, a good friend and an amazing brother. I want people to make friends with these people and keep them in their lives it make a huge difference, stops them from falling. They are worth it. "They" make amazing friends just give them a chance.