As Mental Health Awareness week starts in the UK, a time for reflection
Blue Sky Sea Thinking
I have had depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember.
I have also loved being in, on or around the sea for as long as I can remember. It’s only been over the last few years that I have used the big blue as a therapy for my dark days.
Last year, when life threw me a gut punching curve ball, I recognised the familiar dark clouds forming on the horizon and took to the sea with what would become the Seabirds.
Two friends who had also been bashed around by life came with me. We bobbed, we splashed, we squealed, we cried, we laughed, we drank buckets full of tea and the clouds stayed on the horizon.
We formed a plan to skin swim all year round, build a community of like-minded seabirds, which we did, and the clouds stayed on the…
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