Politics and the media

I’ve been meaning to blog again for a good while now, but it is only as I sit on a train home on a grey Sunday morning watching some massive wind turbines (there’s something strangely satisfying about watching them go around), that I am at my most wistful and self-reflective in terms of my own mental state. I really should change the name of this blog as there’s very little politics involved in my own rather erratic mental state, but there we go - I'd rather write about something I’m interested in than just for the sake of it. Yes there have been many on this particular topic, but I feel as if some of the best and most moving pieces of writing come from the bottom of the heart. Writing these gives me a purpose. It’s like a release from the wider world, allows me to perhaps open up about my feelings without being a burden and my perennial fear of annoying people. And that feels amazing. It’s been a hectic few weeks, moving to a new city for university (Sheffield), making new f

Yesterday, I was reading about possibly the great female tennis player of all time Serena Williams' extraordinary rant at an umpire and thought I would blog about it. But my trivial opinions on such an unsportsmanlike rant pale in comparison to what I now plan to write about - suicide. I do this because on the day of writing (10th September), it is World Suicide Prevention Day and because quite frankly, this could have a lot more of a valuable impact on people than my cynical complaints about Serena.  I feel as if, as time has gone on, my blog posts relate more and more towards mental health (and less about 'politics and the media'!). Perhaps that is because my own experiences have shaped the way I see mental health illnesses, that I now find exponentially more serious, I don't know. Either way, there is no doubting that it is decidedly important that we raise awareness, and if I can keep finding excuses to write about it, I will. Last year alone, 5965