Mental health info for you

Every Christmas morning for the past thirteen years or more my grandparents and I have gone to see my mum. Where she is depends on what kind of year she’s had – sometimes it’s in her own flat, but other years she’ll be in the hospital. Actually, in some ways I feel that it might be better when she is in hospital at that time, as there is always company, whereas in her home she spends Christmas afternoon alone.

It’s been a while now since there was any darkness weighing down the corners of my life. I’m enjoying the normal everyday aspects of university life, friendship and family visits, and I am flying high, feeling excited and intoxicated by a new relationship. I guess that because for the moment, it’s just me, it is only me that I see.

It's summer time, and for a while now things have been really good. I just came back from Zante with my brother; we decided to go together. You know, it's odd how many people asked us why we had come on holiday together and not with our friends. People didn't understand why we would want to spend two weeks together on a party holiday.