We’ll Miss You Steve – Guest post by Lily Pup.

As you know, I sometimes post guest posts submitted by our members. It is something which I like to do as not only does it allow our members to catch a first-hand glimpse of the writing styles of other members but it also affords members which an additional avenue through which they can share their thoughts.

Today’s guest post comes from lily pup from over at ‘lily pups life‘ and readers are asked to take notice of the Trigger Warning sign that I have included at the head of this post as this post does discuss the subject of suicide.

Wtw-sign6e’ll Miss You Steve

(originally published on the ‘lily pups life‘ blog on January 28, 2015)

POSSIBLE TRIGGER: This post discusses suicide.

Yesterday was a pretty good day for me. I actually decided to do some exercising which is a little out of my comfort zone. My youngest son is an amateur gym rat and he agreed to take me down to the gym and pop me on the treadmill. We did that and a few weights. Then we headed across the parking lot to Starbucks and got some coffee.

It’s a strange coincidence that this location of my gym is right next door to the mental health center where my NAMI bipolar support group is held. So the idea was to exercise a bit and then head next door to the meeting. Sort of get out of the house and do two things on the same trip.

I got to the meeting room and saw our leader who is a sweetheart and one terrific guy. He seemed sort of off but I didn’t pay much attention. After all, it’s a bipolar support group. People seem “off” all of the time. The rest of the group filed in and when it was time tostart, our leader announced “I have some bad news. Steve died by suicide Thursday night.”

Wow! I was pretty stunned. Who wouldn’t be? But there were lots of reasons it just seemed odd.

Steve started coming to our group about six months ago. The first time he came he announced that he had spent three hours on the bus to get there. He had gone to a NAMI group in his home state and really liked it. So he searched to find a similar group in his new state.

Steve was loud. He always had a quick comment and a joke to share. Once in a while he very slightly crossed the line and sort of hurt someone’s feelings. I know he didn’t mean to do this…..I think he was a little bit manic. He was a nice looking guy….very well groomed and in good shape. He was one of those mentally ill people that you’d never know had a problem if you met them at a party or on the street.

I know Steve had some serious personal problems. He had an ex-wife and he never had anything good to say about her. He had two kids and one was autistic. They were clear across the country. He had moved to our state away from where they were. I wondered if some giant incident had caused him to move so far from his kids. He never mentioned the details.
Steve got a car. He was pretty excited about that. We were all excited for him. I felt guilty about him having to ride the bus three hours to get to “group”. I only had a ten minute drive. (The center is close to my house.)

Now I’m not going to pretend that I was Steve’s best friend. I didn’t talk to him a lot one-on-one. But we talked a lot in group. And if you’ve been in a group, you know you can get pretty close in a small amount of time. You sure tell a lot of stuff in there you don’t dare mention anywhere else.

Last Tuesday Steve seemed great. Enthused about things, but not weirdly enthused. I saw no signs at all that there was anything wrong. Frankly, there are people in my group that could commit suicide and I wouldn’t be overly shocked. Upset and depressed, yes, but not shocked. Some people just have that terribly depressed affect.

I didn’t know that Steve was “dating” one of the girls in our group. They had been doing some hiking and other activities. She’s an enthusiastic person and I would think she had been a positive in his life. I guess he started texting her some strange stuff on Thursday night and she talked him down, but he went on and finished things off anyway. She and our group leader actually went over and found him. I feel pretty devastated for them.

In a very selfish sense, I am scared. Steve was up, dressed, chatting, smiling, and moving along on Tuesday afternoon. By Thursday night, he was gone. Could that happen to me?

When I’ve been suicidal it’s normally at the bottom of my low depressions. I’ve usually been crying for days, get huddled up in my closet, and get on the phone to a few friends and just sob. That’s when things appear darkest to me. That’s when I want to give up and go in the hospital. It’s really scary to think I could go from “normal” to gone in just two days. Can your brain chemicals swing around that fast? What if that happened and I killed myself without actually meaning to? How do you protect against that?

I’ve experienced this before. I was in the hospital many years ago and had a roommate who was in her 50’s. She had several grown kids and a nice husband. I had met them when they came to visit her. I had only spent a few nights with her, but she seemed awfully nice. She got released and went home and killed herself that night. I was devastated.

I’ve read that sometimes people make up their minds to go and then they are at peace with it. So they go about their business and seem normal to everyone else. They might make some arrangements but they are subtle about it so no one really has a clue. I wonder if this is what happened with Steve and my friend from the hospital.

Anyway, I will miss Steve. I will miss his loud sense of humor. I will miss remembering how much he wanted to be with us as he rode that bus for three hours. I am sad that the girl and my group leader are so stunned by having to find him. And if I am this sad, imagine the people that really knew him.

If you’re in your right mind, suicide is just not the answer. Steve, we will miss you.

[Editor’s Note:  I would, again, like to thank Lily Pup for sharing this post with us.  These matters are never easy for us to consider – much less to discuss – at times.  And yet it is, I feel, something for us all to consider and to be mindful of.  

Towards the end of her post Lily pup made the comment, “I’ve read that sometimes people make up their minds to go and then they are at peace with it” and then went on to end her post with a statement which contained these words – “If you’re in your right mind, suicide is just not the answer.”

And I think it is only right and fitting that I mention that if you are in a place where you have made such a consideration and are at a place where you are “at peace with it”, please do contact someone and discuss this.  Because no matter how much you may feel that you have made this decision whilst being in “your right mind” and that you have considered all the options and relevant factors, (and trust me I say this from a place of empathy and caring) please do try to hang on and please do try to speak to someone you trust about how you are feeling and concerning the decision you have come to.

I would also encourage all of our members to pop over to the lily pups life blog and check it out.]


The Illness That Defines You – Guest Post by Miss Bipolar.

As many of you know, I sometimes publish (and actively encourage) guest posts from folk.  I do so as I truly believe that it is important that we as a community get to share and in order the provide folk with an opportunity to actively contribute to the guild.   I do of course reserve the right to edit anything which is submitted and to decline to publish anything which I feel I shouldn’t publish.  And the criteria I use in deciding what to publish, what to edit, or even what not to publish, isn’t about me agreeing with the content of the guest post it is more about the quality of it, and the impact I feel it would have on our members.

The following guest post was submitted to us by Cassandra – Miss bipolar from over at The Twisted Mind Behind An Artist.  And isn’t edited in any way.

The Illness That Defines You

They say that mood disorders and mental illness, are simply part of you. That they do not define you. Bullshit. If you suffer from a “mood disorder” you and I both know that its not true. Your life becomes about recovery, about figuring out what exactly is your illness. Then after months or years of being observed and observing yourself, you’ve officially googled every medical term for what you believe you may have. Yet, when someone with a Ph.D diagnoses, what you already thought you had…your world crumbles. It becomes OFFICIAL.

From this point on comes what they call, recovery. Getting better, knowing your illness, accepting its deadly grip on your soul and telling yourself, you are NOT your illness..it is simply part of you.

Lets be real. Most of my days are spent figuring out what triggers my “up” and my “downs”. Then the other half is spent trying to avoid everything since I cant figure out which way my mood will go. They teach you strategies to cope; for example if you suffer from panic disorder, they teach you “box breathing”. For anyone who’s every suffered from a panic attack, you know that breathing is NOT something you can seem to get under control. Therefore teaching someone to breath in 5 seconds, hold 5 seconds, exhale for 5 seconds and then hold for 5 seconds again, will NOT work in a situation where theoretically speaking it should be needed.

Once you’ve figured out what triggers you, then the question becomes how do you handle yourself in the midst of a crisis? Just because someone intelligent wrote books on what he or she believed would help, doesn’t mean they really comprehend the feelings you experience. After all, how can someone who’s never been Bipolar know anything about how I really feel, when I myself can barely understand my own feelings. The fact remains my brain has an “ON” and “OFF” switch, and no matter how many group and one on one therapies I do. Its not something that will change.

Exactly my point, its not something that will change. So they give you 15 pills a day, watch the effects it will have on you, and play around with the dosages. Like a guinea pig you become a test, trial and error; for the millions of medications made for people.. just like you. After finally finding something that doesn’t completely bring you out of whack, they just keep increasing the dosage until they think you’ve become “normal”. Well, as “Normal” as you will ever be. From now on, every day, most likely morning and night, you swallow your poison to sanity. Knowing that the day you stop taking what will eventually kill some part of your insides. Your mind will lose itself once again. This is when , the oblivion starts all over again.

So who ever said, you are NOT your illness, I say, screw you. Because after years of fighting, days of endless struggles, lost friendships and millions of heartaches. I spend every minute of my days, trying to fix what has been chemically engineered in my brain. I would love to say, I am Bipolar, and it doesn’t make me who I am. But the truth is, who I am depends on what part my Bipolar chooses to be. And all I can do, from the back of my mind when it takes over my body, is try so hard to minimize the destruction I will cause in my moments of crisis. Its like narrating a story in your mind with absolutely no control over your body, actions or words. Stuck in a prison, as you watch everything you love or want, fall apart. And then, when you take over the driver seat, you spend your “Sane” days fixing the mess your true self left behind.
Sincerely yours,
Cassandra + Miss Bipolar

[Editor’s Comment:  I would very much like to thank Cassandra for sharing this with us and and allowing us to publish it here on the Guild’s site.  And I would like to encourage members to pop over and visit Cassandra’s site and view her other work.]


Very Inspiring Blogger Award

the-very-inspiring-blogger-awardI have this morning received The Very Inspiring Blogger Award for this blog and am very grateful to Annie from over at Gentle Kindness blog for awarding it to me.

According to the rules and courtesies of this award I have to do the following things in receiving this award…

Rules and Courtesies

1. Thank your nominator by posting a link to their blog on your Award post - Done

2. List 7 to 10 Facts About Yourself - See below

3. Nominate up to 15 other blogs for being inspirational - Also see below

4. Post the rules so people know them – These are the rules :)

5. Notify your nominees via their About Page and send them the link to your Award Post with the rules on it - I will do so after posting this post.

6. Post the award badge on your blog anywhere you like on your pages or posts. - See above


List 7 to 10 Facts About Myself

1.  I really struggle with things like this which require you to list a number of facts about yourself.  I can never think of anything which I feel anyone would be the slightest bit interested in.  So I often cheat a little and include this statement as one of the facts.  And that at least reduces the amount of facts I have to struggle to find by one.

2.  I was born in England and now live in Ireland but I don’t really consider anywhere to be ‘home’. That is not to say that I don’t love both countries, I do.  But I simply don’t established roots the same way a lot of people seem to.

3.  Possibly linked to number 2 above, when I was a much younger man I was ‘street homeless’ for a number of months.  Something which whilst having many downsides and dangers, seems to have become a part of me.  So much so that I am often tempted to simply get up and go and to leave it all behind and become street homeless once more.  Please understand that I am not advocating this for anyone.  But it really s a much simpler life in many ways and the isolation and anonymity that it offers is something which I can’t help myself from finding very appealing.

4. I have a real dislike of telephone conversations.  They make me very apprehensive and extremely uncomfortable and so I avoid them wherever I am able.  ‘Caller id’ is, to me, the friend you both love and hate.  On the one hand it takes a lot of that apprehension away as you can now at least see who is calling, but on the other hand it increases that apprehension when you don’t recognise the number or can’t (for the life of you) remember the person whose name has appeared on your phone.

5.  Slightly linked to 4 above.  Very often when I am out (which in itself, up until recently, has not been very often) I am greeted by someone and sometimes have short conversations with folk who to all intents and purposes treat me like we are close friends but whose identities or associations with me I can’t for the life of me remember.  These always cause me to feel extremely awkward and always leave me feeling very confused.  Not to mention the fact that ‘mini mental me’ – he who apparently is charged with the day to day operations of my mind – then goes into a complete downward spiral of wondering if I (as a result of not remembering who they were) said something I shouldn’t have said, didn’t say something I should have said or made that person feel unappreciated in some way.

6.  Linking deftly in with number 5 above.  I am (on the face of things) much more comfortable in the solitude and isolation of my house than I am anywhere else on the planet. I say ‘on the face of things’ as I recognise the advice and opinion that isolation whilst seemingly providing less obstacles and difficulties in the short-term probably has a more negative than positive effect in the long-term.

7.  Whilst I really am very passionate as a person, at the same time I have a very literal and logical mind and often my mind seems to remove or obstruct my ability to connect with my passions or emotions.

8.  I have recently started cooking again,  And I really love it.  Living on your own can serious impact your motivation to cook, as cooking for one (even shopping for one) can be a real drag.  But I have recently started cooking meals which I can cook as if doing so for a few people.  I then simply cool them, box them (in Tupperware containers) and then freeze them to be reheated on those days when I am not well enough to cook.

9.  Despite my propensity to isolate and my dislike of going out, I have, for the past week, forced myself to go for (what is for me at least) a long walk every day.  This is not only getting me out of the house but also helping me with my weight problem.  And as it stands I have been fairly successful in this. (Which I have to admit somewhat surprises me).

10.  I can generally read things which are upside down almost as well as I can read them when they are the right side up.  (I off course remain right side up as I have a tendency to roll when not on my feet :)  I realise that this is a fairly useless fact that I am sharing but hey it has allowed me to share all ten facts suggested in the rules of courtesies of this award. :)

Nominate up to 15 other blogs for being inspirational

Ok, here I meet with a little difficulty.  I have received this award on other blogs that I either personally run or which I administrate.  And as a result of this I have already nominated – in response to  those previous awards – most of the blogs which I do find particularly inspirational.

Likewise, I personally believe that anyone who reaches out of their own pain and struggles and writes a blog sharing said pain and struggles in the hope of encouraging others or letting others know that they are not alone, is inspirational in his or her own right.

And so, on the understanding that I see no point in renominating those blogs which I have already awarded this award to.  In order to comply with the rules and courtesies of this award, here are 15 blogs which I do find inspirational and which have touched me or impacted my heart (and even mini mental me) in some way.  Even if most of the time I simply read them silently from the edges of the blogosphere…

1.   A Little Fearless

2.   Blue Hero

3.   Comforting her inner child – Calming an anxious mind

4.   Confronting Giants

5.   Dear Hope

6.   Even At Your Darkest

7.    Feather of Happenstance

8.    Giving Out Not Up

9.    Ms. Elyse

10.  New Wings To Fly

11.   Of Faith and Mental Health

12.   Somber Scribbler

13.   Terminally Intelligent

14.   The Bipolar Bum

15.   The Rabbit Hole


So there you have it.  Again my sincere thanks go to Annie from Gentle Kindness blog for awarding me this award.  And again there were so many blogs that I could have awarded this award to but either I have already previously awarded it to you or I plan to catch yours next time.  So please don’t take offence if you are not on my list.

Please do feel free to check out the blogs I have listed.  They all are inspirational in their own right either through what they write or because of their own personal stories.

Kind regards and God bless you all.



Concerning Anonymity

anonymous_bloggerAs someone who openly writes about his mental health and mental illnesses and who is totally ‘out there’ and ‘public’ concerning these and how they impact my life.  And as someone who has – as a result of this openness and some people’s extremely poor and uneducated attitude towards mental illness – experienced (and yes suffered) first-hand  some of the prejudice and stigma attached to mental health and mental illness.  I fully understand some folks preference to remain anonymous in their writings and blogging about their own mental health.


My own openness in this regard stems from:

my faith – not wishing to live a lie.

where I am in life – 52 years of age, long-term separated and thus single, unable to work due to mental and physical health issues,

The sincere belief that by being open and public I can have more of an influence in re-educating folk about mental health and mental illness.  And thus do something to fight the unjust stigma which is often attached to these issues.

I am, I fully accept, in a very privileged position.  I don’t have to worry about the reactions of work-colleagues. My children are all adult now and fully able to understand and the grasp the impact of such conditions. I have no partner to be concerned about. And as for folk within my church, I am blessed to be part of a very loving and caring church.  And as for the few folk I encounter (in or outside of the church) who do react badly to mental health or mental illness, well these are few and far between and in my opinion need the exposure to the reality of living with poor mental health or mental illness.

But recognising the privileged position that I am in means that I also recognise the very real fears that others – who are not in a similar position – have concerning people knowing about their poor mental health or mental illnesses. So, as I said, I do fully understand and respect some folks need to remain anonymous as they speak out on these issues.

But it does concern me that some folk may not be as ‘anonymous’ as they may think that they are.Faceless_mask_by_Chris_Lamprianidis

As the administrator of this Guild and also of my own personal blogs, I often receive a number of comments and emails on what has been posted or on what I have written.

And I can’t begin to tell you how many of those comments or emails – whilst showing and often being signed by the blogging name or pseudonym of the person making the comment or sending the email – still display that person’s real name or real email address.

Of course, within the mental health writers or bloggers’ community there is some safety, some security, in the fact that the person you are commenting or writing to also experiences the same or similar issues and risks that you do.

But can we, can you be safer? Especially in a day and age of ‘social correlation’ and where email service providers, social media sites, blogging programs are all under increased pressure to be more inter-connected, more open and more public with our data?

The answer is of course yes.

And the very first step that we  need to take (if anonymity is important to you) is to create and use an email address which is specific to (and thus benefits from the anonymity of) the blogging name that you generally use.

Secondly we need to be careful as to the content of our blogs.  Be extremely careful about providing or inadvertently using specifics within your posts – locations, ages, interests, affiliations to clubs and social organisations, the name of your college or school – if you are a younger blogger.  Even the name of a team mascot can be used trace you to a specific school or college and trust me this information has been used by some.  The truth is that all of these things can help someone discover who you really are and where you are if they are so minded.

Thirdly, be extremely careful about linking social media sites such as Facebook and Twitter, Instagram or Snapchat to your main email address or your blogs.  Set up blog specific and separate accounts/pages for these things.

Of course, in terms of the mental health and mental illness blogging community we are not talking about anything major or sinister here.

16578623-abstract-word-cloud-for-anonymous-blogging-with-related-tags-and-termsNone of us (I hope and believe) are seeking world-wide domination or to incite the downfall of our governments LOL.  And so this is not about illegal acts or deliberately trying to prevent committed researchers from ascertaining who we really are.

If we were, this post would contain such words as ‘Onion routing’ or ‘layered encryption routing’ and speak about software programs such as Tor and using public hotspots and internet cafés when on line.

And, trust me, I have no desire to feed into anyone’s anxiety or paranoia or into any conspiracy theories.  But I do desire for all bloggers to be as safe and as anonymous as they desire and think that they are.

It is simply about taking basic precautions to protect the anonymity that you rightly desire and need.

Kind regards and  God bless you.



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Walking the Walk And Not Just Talking The Talk!

walking-2Having chosen the title that I have, I think I am duty bound to point out that the purpose of this post is in no way meant to criticize but instead to encourage and motivate.  It is also a reflection on my opinion of the wonderful commitment that one of our members – Sam from over at Schizophrenic Confidential has made.  And I really do want to encourage all of our members to take a moment or two and to pop over to Sam’s blog on Blogger and more specifically her post entitled ‘Here We Go Again…NAMIWalks 2015!

In her post not only announces how she is committing to return to participate in NAMIWalks 2015 New York City Metro on May 9th. but also encourages and challenges us all to consider doing a similar thing.

Isn’t that such a wonderful idea?  Wouldn’t it be great to get out there and to make a huge effort to get involved in a similar way?



Now I am fully aware that there are some of us for whom actually physically participating in a walk of this nature is – either as a result of our physical or our mental health, or for other reasons – simply not a possibility at this time.  But that doesn’t mean that we can’t still participate and get involved.

In her post, Sam has offered a number of suggestions or ways to get involved at a number of different levels.  And I don’t want to reproduce or re-list them here, as I really would like our members to pop over, visit, read her post and comment – either by sharing your own commitment or by encouraging Sam in her’s.

But what I very much did want to do, is to feature and highlight Sam’s post and her commitment here in the Guild’s posting and to all our members.  Because I have been so touched and so blessed by just what a wonderful community we have through the Guild and because I am certain that our members can get behind this!

So how about it? How will you show your support?


Kind regards and God bless you.





Where Is Your Safe Place? – Guest post by Annie from gentlekindness’s blog.

poor-yurik“Alas, Poor Yorick, I knew him well”

Being silly, I placed my hand like this over the glass and quoted Hamlet by Shakespeare. In the gravedigger scene, Prince Hamlet picks up a random skull and says “alas , poor Yorick. I knew him well”

This is my sense of silly humor when I am not under the weight of anxiety.

I went to a local museum with one of my daughters. Just the two of us for a Mommy / Daughter Day. I like to that once in a while.

Let’s talk about silliness. We all need to be silly and humorous sometimes. It has an amazing therapeutic effect on us. It is very difficult to access that side of our personalities when we are being drowned by the weight of our own thoughts. The simple pleasures that other people enjoy are no longer accessible to us, when we are being tormented by our poor brains.

If we can find a way to be able to be silly, funny, whimsical and to laugh, it would be of a great to help with the anxieties we all have.

Personally, I find that I have to feel safe and not threatened in order to access my funny side.

The perception of threat can come from an immediately threatening situation, an impending threat, or a perception of threat which is triggered by something and then interpreted in our mind as an unsafe situation.

In order to experience the healing of humor, we need to be in a situation that is unlikely to trigger any feelings of threat.

A threat can be a perception of imminent danger to our person. Another type of threat would be a financial threat which in our minds would ultimately lead to loss of our shelter and safe haven.

There are other kinds of threats. Different people have fears in different areas. A threat of humiliation and loss of respect is common. This type of threat could have a domino effect. In our mind, it would start with a loss of our reputation, disrespect, and then an inability to get what we need from others.

For people with severe anxiety disorder, the threat of being triggered into fear and mental torment is a very frightening thing. The attacks of post traumatic stress are so frightening that sufferers try their best to avoid being triggered.

Winston Churchill , in 1940, said the famous quote,
“There is nothing to fear, but fear itself”

The fear of “fear itself” is very real for people with severe anxiety disorders. Therefore,  there is actually something to fear for us.  Fear is real to us. The fear we have is that something will trigger an attack of our brain against our nervous system.

 The brain is directly linked to our nervous system, which runs through our entire body. Once the nervous system is on high alert of threat, the physical discomfort can be unbearable. This is why we do all we can do to avoid this.  I have PTSD and I am always aware that I need to protect my brain from triggers. It takes a lot of mental energy just to continually scan for threats to my brain function.

I personally find that I feel less likely to be triggered if I am in a neutral place. This is not true for everyone. You have to learn where your “safe places” are.

I feel more like myself, at a place like this museum, where no one knows me. I can re-create myself and be whoever I want to be.

If you can find your “safe place”,  then you can find yourself again. You may be able to relax and laugh at things again. Your sense of humor and ability to find pleasure in the little things is still there. It is under the tremendous weight of anxiety and / or depression. Believe in yourself.  I believe in you ! Laughter really is good medicine for mental healing.

Blessings to all :)



Editor’s note:

I would like to really thank Annie from over at gentlekindness’s blog for being kind enough to send this guest post to us for publication on this site.  I know that I really enjoyed reading it and hope that it will benefit and bless a lot of our members.

The idea of ‘guest posts’ is one which I actively encourage and you can find out how to go about submitting such an article/post by visiting our Submissions page

Kind regards and God bless you and thank you once again, to Annie.



At The ‘Heart’ of It All.

HeartMonthI admit that it might, at first, seem a little strange to see a heart graphic on a mental health site/blog.

But please bear with me, if you will, as I really do believe that this is an important issue and one which can be impacted by and therefore definitely is related to Mental Health.

You see February is American Heart Month and I have been contacted by our friends over at the American Recall Center and asked if we would help get the word out about how important this – and looking after our hearts – really is.

And since this is an International Guild and since we all do have a heart, I am more than happy to do so.

On a personal note I know only too well how our mental health can impact our physical health and in fact, in support of the American Recall Center’s request for us to highlight positive heart health I have this morning written a post (entitled New Hope For The Suffering Heart) on my personal blog, in which I openly share some of the struggles and yes some of the victories that I personally have experienced in this respect.

I am sure that there many members or the Guild will know just how important this issue is and just how our mental health can and often does impact our physical health.  But it also wouldn’t surprise me – and I say this because it was something I never really considered or was mindful of for such a long time – that there will be some who have never really sat and thought about just how this happens and what effect it can have on us,

So I want to encourage our membership to do one or more of a few things that I have listed below..

  1. How about popping over to the American Recall Center site and checking out the info-graphic and other great information there?
  2. Alternatively how about checking out their info-graphic which I have included below.
  3. How about spending a few minutes considering how your mental health is impacting your physical health and especially your heart?
  4. How about performing a self-health check on your heart and how you treat it.
  5. How about writing your own post on your personal blogs/sites promoting this?
  6. And if you really are bored or simply curious – please feel free to check out my post on this subject on my personal blog.

And in closing – and before I display the info-graphic that I mentioned earlier – I would just like to say one more thing.  In the years that I have been blogging on Mental Health and Mental Illness and indeed in the time that this Guild has been operating the one thing that stands out more than anything else is the heart of love and support and encouragement that is there from so many to so many.  But let’s not forget that without good health in our physical hearts, that mental, spiritual and emotional hearth that I speak of will suffer.

Kind Regards and God bless you.




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