Well it's been a busy month. I think I mentioned in my last post that I had opted for voluntary redundancy. My last day in my job was last Friday. It was such an emotional day and I had a fab fairwell with lots of lovely cards and gifts. My favourites were the handmade ones, but I shall treasure them all.
Mental health often gets a raw deal in the press but I can honestly say, as someone who has worked in the field over 11 years and received support for their own issues, the people I have worked with and come into contact with as a client have been some of the warmest, most genuine,creative and brave people I have ever met. I feel so lucky and privileged to have been part of so many peoples lives and to have shared in their successes and journey to understanding their own health issues.
I've seen my share of tragedies but those have been far out numbered by the happy events and I've shed far more tears through happiness and pride than I have through sadness. I've seen people go off and study, achieve degrees, find and rebuild relationships, start families of their own. I've seen people embrace their own and others LGBT identities, travel, start careers, run businesses, cook meals, perform music and drama in front of audiences, I've seen art work exhibited, paintings sold, jokes cracked, weight lost, new skills learnt and old ones relearned. It's been an amazing 11 years and I've made some amazing friends. The next job has a lot to live up to so I'm taking my time finding something new.