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SHOUT

Who i was does not define me, Neither did the choices I'd make. I know that I have a dark past and sometimes a smile was hard to fake.

Got it to drink, and partially in to drugs.  even lived it rough. Even stayed in hostels and on the streets, it would be a lie to say it wasn't tough.

I was lost and I was broke with no where I could turn. I was staring at in to nothingness whilst I let my anger burn.

So who i was, was a different man. Scared to speak out. Mental health beat me down. So if it does you. Please SHOUT.

©️ Mathew Chapman 2021

Text SHOUT to 85258 (UK)

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Being Me

Mental health needs far more funding. I am sorry you suffered so badly, thankfully you made it through. Keep fighting because you are obviously winning x

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Gwendoline

Have to agree, mental health needs to be talked about more than it is. People need to feel they can shout out. A good highlight on the importance of feeling heard. I am so sorry you suffered, I hope writing helps 
Gwen x 

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Marion

It's so easy to find yourself...down there...MH is a bastard and big silent killer, seriously underfunded considering it touches most of us in one way or another but society prefers to get on it's high horse ... preferring to 'dis the druggies' failing massively to understand that MH causes addiction and addiction exacerbates MH. 
Great awareness write x

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