That I am alive to write this is in spite of – not because of – the NHS. I don’t blame individuals,but its mental health service is a total letdownThe memory that haunts me is sitting with my infant son and daughter, playing after bath time. I don’t remember the game. They would have been in their pyjamas, or giggling as they copied each other tumbling or hiding,happy to have Mummy domestic from work.
I was thinking approximately the best way to destroy myself. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com