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Mental illness is not always obvious to the observer.  I often said to my mother that if I had a broken leg everybody would be able to see what was wrong with me.

I was 20, depressed, alcoholic and anorexic.  I wanted to die.  But I walked around by day with a huge smile and an infectious giggle. At night I went for long walks. I cried, and I walked, and I cried, until I was exhausted. Only then could I go home and sleep.

I have been hospitalised twice, both times I agreed to it, and I went in on the understanding that I wouldn’t be there for long.

A couple of years ago I was being looked after by my local NHS Mental Health Trust. I had a psychiatrist and a Mental Health Nurse assigned to me. I was put on a couple of initiatives to help with anxiety, as I was becoming increasingly reluctant to leave the safety of my own home.

And that’s where, for me, everything started to unravel. I had an appointment with my psychiatrist but didn’t go.  I couldn’t face going out. I didn’t phone to cancel because I was scared of…. something, the reason wasn’t tangible but it felt real.

This happened twice more, appointments were made that I didn’t keep and didn’t cancel. Then I got a letter saying that as I had missed my appointments I was being referred back to my GP.

That was it. No follow-up, no phone call to ask how I was doing and why I didn’t turn up to my appointments.  So now I don’t have medical support.  I get repeat prescriptions from my GP via the internet and only go to see my doctor if I really have to. And then I ask someone I trust to come to the appointment with me and sit in on the consultation.

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