It’s mental health awareness week and last night I decided I wanted to write.
I didn’t really know where to start with this post.
I could have spoken about my mental health issues around food as young dancer or the dark place I found myself in last year but then to be honest it didn’t feel useful enough to share with you.
I wanted to share more than I usually do which yes is scary but also it’s the only way I felt I could really, just maybe make a difference. When someone has opened up to me or I’ve read an autobiography or watched a documentary where someone has shared an experience or a little piece of them, it’s made me feel trusted so I guess I’m trusting you as my readers. And I hope that in some way this post may resonate with you or someone you know in a small significant way that perhaps isn’t even relevant right now but maybe one day when you need someone to just feel like they know…