Why I Didn't Write Something For World Mental Health Day

I've been a bit slack as far as posting to the blog has been concerned over the last couple of weeks. I'd like to think that it is because I haven't been able to think of anything to say, but really it's more a case of my knitting taking over.  I'm trying to get my jumper ready as quickly as possible so that I have it to wear when the really cold weather comes.

I have, in fact, started to write posts several times during the last week or two, but I have ended up deleting them because I felt that they were too controversial.  One of these was a post for World Mental Health Day, last Friday.  I still want to write a post covering the subject that I had selected, but I will have to think about it a bit more before I actually publish it.

You may wonder what it is about the post that has made me so reluctant to publish, especially as I make no secret of the fact that I suffer from mental illness and abhor the stigma that is associated with it and the discrimination that people such as myself suffer.  The problem was that I was querying the amount of money that is spent by the NHS on very expensive drugs that may help to prolong the life of someone with terminal cancer for only a few months, when that money could be used to more effect if channelled into the care and treatment of those with mental health problems.

I have determined that I will still write on the subject, but before I do I am going to do a bit more research.  I know that I will still end up upsetting some people; however, this is something that I feel strongly about, and unless those of us who are able to, speak about the problems that mental illness causes, we will never receive the treatment that we deserve.