#23 Building the Platform.
It’s now been 18 months since my last contribution to Men for Mental Health and it didn’t take long to receive so much unexpected positive feedback on my last piece. It was such an emotional time for me and I
It’s now been 18 months since my last contribution to Men for Mental Health and it didn’t take long to receive so much unexpected positive feedback on my last piece. It was such an emotional time for me and I
My name Is Luke, that isn’t really important though, what I am here to talk about is that I am a man, proud of my emotions; and yet I am not weak. I am a man who refuses to acknowledge
In the year 2000 an advert with the local police caught my eye. “Wanted, someone with good communication skills to join our suicide intervention team”. After some considerable thought I applied and here I am, 18 years later, still on
You know you shouldn’t do it, but sometimes, it’s hard not to make unhealthy choices. Whether it’s indulging in a few cookies or getting back together with an ex, you find yourself doing exactly what you already know you shouldn’t
Human beings are creatures of habit. We make 95% of our daily decisions without making use of our conscious mind. On average, 70% of our daily thoughts are identical with those of the day before & 40% of our
I used to let my anxiety control me, totally control me, It decided when I went out, when I would eat, when I would sleep, when I would see my friends, when I would wash and many other things. It would literally
Now then, I’m Matt. I’m 35 years old, from Grimsby, England. I’ve a beautiful two-year old-daughter, my own house, full-time job, full and active social life, surrounded by the best friends and family anyone could wish for…………. and I
Shortly after arriving in the US as a young, naive Englishman I did what, according to an American friend of mine, is what many Europeans who move here do: I allowed myself to be seduced by a fast, sleak, sexy
As I made my way towards the therapist’s office, I was my usual self; head bowed, hands in pockets, scuttling along at a frantic pace, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the throngs of city centre workers and shoppers
Since writing my candid, shocking and eye-opening memoir, “Depression, Oil Trading and a Mind at War with Itself”, I have been asked several times to write a blog but until now have been unable to do so. Rather like the actual writing