mental health and travel
I wanted to do a blog post about the things I like best about my life as it is today. I’m sure it will change in the coming weeks as I have a few exciting things lined up including a trip to Edinburgh on a sleeper train, my first journey of such a kind. I love trains. I love planes – ironic as I’m shit scared of heights, but I am astounded at their beauty and engineering marvel. Every time I take my mum to Heathrow airport as I did last week, they fly directly above while we’re driving and it’s –
“Wow! Look at that. That is a Boeing 777.” (You can tell from the massive engines, one on each wing, and the absence of winglets for aerodynamic efficiency. The 777 is the only large plane that doesn’t have
Holiday in Stresa, Lake Maggiore, Italy. It was not stressful.
Lunch on a boat trip north across the border into Locarno, Switzerland. A mountain view train ride through The Alps south again. As part of a holiday travelling around Italy with 11 other family members we were in Stresa, a town on the western coast of Lake Maggiore for two days. We also spent two weeks based at the most beautiful villa I’ve ever seen on the top of a hill right next to San Gimignano, Tuscany, in the middle of Chianti country. I think someone got in some wine a couple of times each day.
A quick word about what being "sectioned" is and the first time i escaped from parklands mental hospital
I was first hospitalised at Parklands Mental Hospital in December 2001. My diagnosis of "cannabis induced psychosis with delusions of a grandiose nature" made for many interesting experiences, especially at the very beginning of my illness. Lots of real ups and downs. I've written at length about in my book but for today's post it's a brief view of being sectioned, how I felt about it and the first time I escaped, or "absconded" to use the official term that my supportive team would end up using a few times. Click on read more to read more.