It's mental health week, so I thought I would share my personal experience and encourage anybody who might be struggling to drop me a line if they want. I don't care if you take the piss, think it's self indulgent, that's fair enough, but this is solely for the person out there who may need someone to talk to, share a common experience with and know they are not alone.
At 14 my Father told me if it wasn't for me, my effort and support, he would have killed himself. He then proceeded to leave the room and take the dog for a walk
A year before my parents divorced and the man that had put everything into his family had it ripped apart. I chose to stay with him, and at night I would hear him crying through the walls of our home and I'd stay up thinking about how I could make everything alright. That was my first experience of mental health issues.
Fast forward a few years, I work in financial services, one of the most prevalent industries for male suicide statistics. I work all hours, make more money than my Dad ever made, a nice home and a beautiful girlfriend, the target I had always set myself to achieve "happiness". Except things got on top of me, the long hours, the strain my work was having on those I love, and about 3 months ago, I wanted to end my life. I felt numb as I told my girlfriend I had made the decision and felt disassociated from the world around me. Thankfully, a lot of talking with her and reassessing, and I have started enjoying life again.
If anyone out there does need someone to talk to, I can't promise I will make things ok for you, but I am here to talk, just drop me a message.
At 14 my Father told me if it wasn't for me, my effort and support, he would have killed himself. He then proceeded to leave the room and take the dog for a walk

A year before my parents divorced and the man that had put everything into his family had it ripped apart. I chose to stay with him, and at night I would hear him crying through the walls of our home and I'd stay up thinking about how I could make everything alright. That was my first experience of mental health issues.
Fast forward a few years, I work in financial services, one of the most prevalent industries for male suicide statistics. I work all hours, make more money than my Dad ever made, a nice home and a beautiful girlfriend, the target I had always set myself to achieve "happiness". Except things got on top of me, the long hours, the strain my work was having on those I love, and about 3 months ago, I wanted to end my life. I felt numb as I told my girlfriend I had made the decision and felt disassociated from the world around me. Thankfully, a lot of talking with her and reassessing, and I have started enjoying life again.
If anyone out there does need someone to talk to, I can't promise I will make things ok for you, but I am here to talk, just drop me a message.

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