mental health and travel
I haven't posted for a long time! It's easy to say "I haven't had time". But I did add another part time job to my already busy life five months ago. As well as being a cleaner/maintenance assistant at the nearby sports centre and making small carpentry projects in a workshop that are sold in a shop, I now work as a peer support worker on the local PICU (Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit) ward, the very same ward where I was a patient many times 2001 - 2006.
I also do the inevitable Twitter and Facebook and other networking to get support for my website, that is when I'm not working on my book - a mental health memoir which I have been working hard at for a few years. I want it to be the best it can possibly be, so it's hard work. And, I write articles about mental health and recovery for other websites and blogs, which is probably my favourite 'work' to do. I recently received my fresh hard copy of The Taylor and Francis Psychosis Journal 2018 where they published a 3500 word essay I wrote for them about mental health. It was a proud moment to see my essay in print, with my name and essay title right there on the back cover. Fantastic stuff. So I haven't really had time for much else.
It was reading about 15 comments on a guest article I wrote for www.chloechats.com recently (about self care from a male perspective), where they all said they want to see more male blogs so I decided I'd get back to it.
I had a good year last year, full of usually enjoyable personal growth. I am lucky that after so many years of hard work at wellness and happiness I am finally there. I wrote an article for a website called 'Gum On My Shoe' about my very interesting and fulfilling 2018 - https://www.gumonmyshoe.com/2019/01/my-mental-health-2018-aligning-it-all.html
I'm chilling and watching the snooker at the moment. Just a simple thing that people quite rightly take for granted. Back when I was psychotic and anxious, convinced that people everywhere could hear my thoughts telepathically it was difficult to watch TV. It was difficulty to live. But that stuff has gone now and doing easy normal things, as well as bigger exciting things feels great to not have to put up with telepathic bullshit.
I'm having to do this post quickly today, I don't have much time before my Brother and my nieces will be calling me for a video call. They live in America now, I miss them, but video calls do fill the hole a little bit. I was able to watch them opening presents at christmas - I'm rather impressed at the way two phones can communicate like that from thousands of miles away.
So my mental health is sound at the moment, and I'm looking forward to tomorrows post. I have so much to share about my 18 year journey with psychosis, anxiety and recovery, which even borders, I hope, on the occasional wisdom.