I was raised in the 50s, in South London, a middle child of an Irish immigrant family.In the 1960s, I was a free thinker, the 70s brought a responsible job and marriage to a Director of a popular satirical magazine.
The early 1980s brought redundancy to my husband, and pregnancy for me. After a couple of years I took a stressful job, which led to psychiatric hospital and mental illness.
Years of psychosis and archaic psychiatric treatment resulted in the decision to move. My son and I travelled to East Anglia to be closer to my parents and one of my sisters.
I spent much of the earlier years rocking back and forth heavily medicated.
With the help of medication I am now awake enough (on my better days,) to discuss what it has been like to walk up this very steep hill.
This website is a chronicle of what it is like to live with mental illness, and what support struggles there are within the British National Health Service for myself, my friends and many others living with mental disabilities.