Since the start of the week I’ve wanted to post something about mental health, it being mental health awareness week, but I’ve struggled to come up with anything.
That might, in part, be because I’ve not really had as much of a focus since finishing uni work, but I think it’s more than that. It’s about finding the right pictures, the right words, not just this week, but every week. Not just today, but every day.
Earlier today I signed up for the #MentalHealthMile, which normally takes place in Williamson Park, but I’m going to be running it virtually on 7th June. Why? you might be asking, because you know I run already. Because for me, keeping fit – whether that’s family walks, running, or riding – is just one of my many forms of escapism. A way of improving myself, and my confidence.
Running and riding aren’t my only ways of boosting my mental health. I write to let go of feelings I’ve been holding in, that threaten to bubble over. I read, listen to audio books, music, watch TV becoming someone else, just for a moment, at least.
Next week I’m hoping to do something special, which might have something to do with poetry and mental health, so watch this space.