25th September 2016. My son 💙 so excited that his birthday was the next day and he was turning into double. The big 10 years old. I returned from Afghanistan April 2014. While out there as mentioned in a previous blog I came very close to taking my life in order to escape the trapped, lost, alone, confused, scared, hurt feelings i was feeling. No one ever knew even after being aeromeded to Bastion I never told the doctor. I just said I wasn't well. Unfortunately after my return things for myself both mental and physically didn't go to plan. I tried so hard to keep going and remain strong however in the March 2016 I was returned to the UK from Cyprus to the Personal recovery unit. I thought I would get a GROW program in time and back to it, but a few months down the line I was told I was being medically discharged. So much was happening, my therapist left me, doctors where ignoring my pain, I walked with 2 walking sticks as my hip dislocated pretty much, I was sinking, strug...
Mental Health. It's ok not to be ok