I often feel anxious where other people might not, or fear when there is no real, practical threat. I am finding the real fear and anxiety in myself and others about the uncertainty in the UK's future outright confusing.
How does one untangle one's mental health condition from the news on an historic day like this? Does one even try? I feel angry and frightened on behalf of those of us who rely on publicly-funded support to help us with our health and wellbeing however you definite this relationship, mental health, physical health, social support and so on. I feel lucky to live in this country and have had enormous amounts of support from both the NHS and the private sectors in the past for which i feel inexorably guilty, but there is not a lot I can do today about having received that support in the past when I was, in the language of psychiatry, too unwell to ask for it. My current support are great. At the same time, I also feel frightened and anxious for myself and my family and friends today and now, and I am quite confused by all of these strong emotions in myself and others. The places I go to for certainty and security, are now anxious and frightened too.
Can anyone relate? At times like this, does my history and diagnosis and so on become irrelevant? We with the mental health diagnoses are no longer the ill ones, in a nation that is itself unwell? Or something poetic like that?