Plus Guidance - No one should suffer in silence.

A few weeks ago, I was approached by PlusGuidance, an online counselling platform, in regards to writing an article for them, highlighting their site's benefits.  Having personally endured a long history of mental health issues, which are thankfully now in the past, I think it's a subject that needs to be discussed and highlighted as much as is possible, as I know only too well, how difficult it can be to go through, especially if you don't know where or even how to get help.

I think depression, much like grief, is one of those things, that can seemingly hit you from varying angles, at varying speeds and with varying ramifications.  Its onset can be caused by a variety of reasons and each experience with it is seemingly very individual.  Sometimes however, it is that precise individuality that can make it so difficult to treat, because ultimately and perhaps rather inconveniently, it's not just a case of one solution for all.

My battle with depression raged on for over ten excruciatingly long years and I can honestly say, without a shadow of a doubt, it was truly the darkest, loneliest and most hauntingly solemn period of my life. I felt completely unable to express how I was feeling to anyone, ever and thus, for the most part, I found myself repeatedly seeking comfort in my own bitter twisted thoughts, somewhat convinced that no one could or would, possibly ever understand what I was going through, let alone help.

I was entirely suicidal for all of my teen years and well into my early twenties and spent much of those years contemplating and indeed attempting to end my own life.  My body became a cage to me, something I felt trapped in and I was so overwhelmed by feelings of grief, rage and sadness, that I, quite literally, hit, bit, screamed and attempted to punch my way out of it, often leading to battle scars and tears.

I just didn't know how to help myself and the few people around me, who were witness to what was going on, equally struggled to know what to do, in order to aid the situation.  Which, in truth, lead to a lot of resentment on my side and probably a lot of grief on theirs.

On the first few occasions that I managed to pluck up the courage to seek out professional help, each appointment ended up leaving me feeling more lost and isolated than ever.  Both doctors I saw were older, male and very unsympathetic, asking me very few relevant questions, handing me a questionnaire to complete and then ultimately sending me away with a pamphlet for counselling.  I remember walking out thinking, 'if a doctor can't help me, then who can!?'  Which, to a certain extent, made me start to believe that this endless suffering was just something I needed to accept, as part of who I was.

After several years, I did finally attempt to seek help again, mostly because by this point, I had tipped so far into a state of suicidal thinking, that it seemed as though I had nothing left to lose.  Thankfully, on this occasion, my experience was entirely different.  I had a young female doctor, who was empathetic, she listened and asked me questions.  She offered me counselling, gave me advice for my insomnia and prescribed me anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medication.  Sat in her office that day, I burst into tears in relief that finally, someone was acknowledging that something was wrong with me.

In all fairness, I never did end up going to counselling and the medication, whilst it helped for a duration of time, was really more of a prevention than a cure and after nine months, with the effects of the drugs having somewhat worn off, as my system adapted to it, my suicidal thoughts returned once again and I ended up trying to take an overdose.  However, in a lot of ways, just getting that initial help was exactly what shifted things for me and ended up changing everything, because I no longer felt alone, or ashamed at what I was feeling, which meant that I was finally able to overcome my inability to talk about it and in the end, that has truly been one of the major factors in getting better.

Personally, I found that the main cause behind my depression was a complete inability to deal with and equally let go of, some of my childhood experiences, as well as a general feeling that my life lacked any purpose or direction.  Over the course of more than thirteen intolerable years, I suffered abysmally from both mental and physical abuse at my own hands, almost entirely in silence, simply because I never knew where to turn, or how to get help and I am certain, that even now, despite mental health being given more and more coverage, there are still people out there, suffering the same.

Which is why I think websites like PlusGuidance, are such a great idea.  They offer an online counselling service, that helps anyone, anywhere and pretty much at any time.  Which, when you consider how imperative time and accessibility can be, in terms of getting help, before things fatally veer off course, I think it's a pretty important service that they're able to provide.  I know that a large part of what put me off getting counselling, through the NHS, was the long waiting list.  When you're already struggling and it's taken everything you have, just to pluck up the courage to finally speak to someone, being forced to wait several weeks can potentially see you vastly lose enthusiasm.

Also, the ability for people to keep their anonymity when using the service, is something that I think will most likely appeal to a fair few individuals, who perhaps weren't comfortable seeking help in the first place and although the multitude of professional counsellors on offer to choose from, who each vary in levels of expertise in differing subjects, might be understandably daunting at first, in terms of knowing who's going to be the best fit, another notable advantage to the site, is the free consultation option on offer.  Which personally, I think is a great feature as, in their own words, "people should be able to choose who they speak to, as it gives them the opportunity to see who is right for them."


So, as I say, all mental health issues are entirely individual and really, must in turn be treated that way, however, if you, or someone you know, is suffering, don't let them or yourself, suffer in silence.  Sometimes, just taking that initial step and having a conversation, can ultimately be what puts you, or them, onto the road to recovery.

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So, there I was, mindlessly trawling through my Facebook homepage this afternoon and I suddenly stumbled across a friend's pictures of India and I thought, 'why am I not in India!?'  Then I really thought to myself, 'seriously, why aren't I in India!?  Or Bali?  Or anywhere else in the world for that matter!?'

Now, I don't want to start sounding schizophrenic, so please, bear with me here, but whilst on the one hand I do love living in Berlin - the lifestyle it has to offer, the general vibe of the place itself - I equally must admit to having a roaming heart that wishes to see and explore the world.  In fact, in all truth, it has been a lifelong struggle of mine, finding the balance between my nesting habits and my need to take flight.

However, living entirely out of a suitcase, for well over a year, without anywhere to call home was...well, both incredibly freeing but equally, in truth, very difficult at times and now that I've finally found a place I really like and that makes me feel at home, I want to be able to build a solid base for myself here.  Somewhere stable, that's rooted and comforting, that allows me to still be able to pack up that suitcase and flit off with abandon, but with the knowledge that I actually have somewhere to come back to, when I'm ready to return.

I think that's definitely been the balance that's been missing in my life, these past few years and I think 2015 just feels like the right time to address that.  So yes, I want you to know that I still love living here in Berlin and am desperately impatient in my desire to get my name cemented onto a lease as soon as is possible, but equally, I totally admit to having itchy feet and wanting nothing more, than to jump onto the nearest flight in search of some great adventure, in some far flung, yet to be explored territory!  However, for now, I guess I simply need to learn to calm myself and try to find a middle ground and just do what I can, with what I have, where I am.

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Sometimes, it's just all or nothing.

In just less than a month's time, I need to move out of my shared apartment and find somewhere new in town to live.  I hate this part of the process.  It's not that I can't handle change, God knows I've gotten to grips with that over the past few years, but the thing is, well, I've been thinking about it and I simply don't want to rent another room, for another few months.  Because, what I've come to realise, is that I don't want to live in the grey of my own indecision anymore.

Y'see, I want in.  I want all in.  I want to be here.  To commit to my own life, to making a life, to living.  I know what I want now, more so than I think I ever did before and in a lot of ways, it scares me.  Having something you want, fighting for it, means you run the risk of failing, but the thing is, as scary as that prospect is, if you fail to ever take any risks, then you never gain anything and I think I'd prefer to take that chance if I'm honest.

I spent too much time back in England wasting chances.  Like the opportunity to run off to New York with the hipster Jewish musician.  Or that time I thought about flitting off to live in Belgium with the cute wild haired…musician.  Okay, there were a lot of musicians…Anyway, the point is, I never took a chance, I consistently held myself back for so many reasons.  I had so many dreams and yet so little courage and yet finally, here I am, having loosened my shackles, run off around Europe, alone, in search of a better life and now, it appears as though I've found one.

I found a spot in the world that just felt right.  A place that was like a garden I could nurture and grow in.  A hobby that turned into a passion and a man who, despite his hesitancy, I'm convinced is my complete and utter soul-mate…and yes, admittedly, he is another musician, amongst other things.

I'm honestly terrified and completely unsure as to how exactly I'm going to break through Berlin's concrete underground and plant my roots, but, at the very least, I am determined.  At the end of the day, I didn't give it all up, just to move my stagnation across an ocean, I came to learn how to swim amongst the waves and I'll be dammed if anyone's going to stop me, least of all myself.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.
— Helen Keller

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