I will open by saying I am in no way a professional in mental health. This is simply the story of my 2019, and how I held myself together during my year of isolation.
I’m on a steady, and happy road to recovery now, taking back control of my life one step at a time. This is what helped me, and I hope it can in some way help you too.
Earlier this week we put out a call, across social media channels and our newsletter, for any superheroes to come forward.We wanted to hear your inspirational stories to help lift the mood of the nation during these difficult and unusual times.One particular story that captured our imagination was that of Hannah Molloy from Manchester.
Throughout my professional career I never really fully understood the issues surrounding mental health until I became affected. Playing rugby for over 17 years was a privilege and something I never took for granted. I felt as if I had been chosen, one of the lucky ones and I knew one day it would have to come to a stop. We all say that we are ready to stop, but who are we kidding? To play a sport 90% of the population do for a hobby professionally is something to be very proud of and becomes part of your DNA.
In the mid-80s, I started going to football in London with my mates. Being the mid-80s and being a bunch of impressionable, fashion conscious 15 year-old lads about town, out for the latest thrill, the London football scene of the time was an incredibly attractive scene to get involved with; fashion, music, alcohol and violence. They were like magnets to lads like us.
“Mental Health” We hear or see these words pretty much every day in 2019, whether it be on social media, newspaper or TV. If I had to describe what a person with a mental health illness looked like as a teenager back in 2003 Id have described a person in a straight jacket being held down by nurses in an asylum...