10/10/2026
World Mental Health day feels wrong to talk about this year.
We had our ‘Search the Plane’ workshop today. The first one in about two years. During our briefing, some photos were shown at the last event. Someone was featured who looked so much younger.
Spoilers - it was me.
It got me thinking about journeys, and problem solving. One thing I always tell my students is that the problem is the solution.
And my problem, for a long time, was people.
When I was a teenager, it was the idea of them. I’d feel sick talking to another human being. Left formal education five separate times. My outlook on life was bleak.
As I got older, you find people. You build friendships, relationships, situations you think are the correct ones. But they’re not.
And time continues on.
But these past few years, as the world and myself have changed, I’ve realised that what I’d always been missing were the correct group of people.
Those that had known me for years, had seen the versions of me that were the roughest, and still stand by me now.
Those that are newer, fresher, who get a version of me who is more settled.
All of my students, who I am blessed to see weekly.
From those people, I get the support young me actually needed. It’s in everything.
The daily messages talking about nothing in particular, but just checking in. The photos and videos of their dogs because they want to show me their progress. The questions from today of ‘Are you actually feeling okay’ after my health has been a bit grim recently. The sea of events and social plans I have heading throughout the rest of the year. Those that brought coffee and snacks for my nine hour work day without asking.
I think, for me, the thing that feels the nicest, the warmest, is that I can provide spaces for people to start to feel like that. Places where people can grow, make friends, and form relationships. Safety in a social way.
Now, when I tell people what I used to be like, they cannot believe that the nearly thirty (ew) person before them was once a terrified teenager.
That’s nice, but in some ways, I never want to lose sight of him completely. Because he’s who became me, the person who works with 100+ dogs weekly, and the person who is supported, celebrated and enjoyed by the people in his life.
So today, I am proud of me, In the exact same way I am proud of all those in my life.
Mental health is s**t. It’s a vicious, demanding beast that takes and takes and takes. I’m sorry for what it might have taken from you.
Whatever journey you’re on, I hope you see many more sunrises and sunsets with people who value you.
Thanks for a great day to all those who attended. We’ve got so much more in store.
Thank you for choosing me to be a part of your lives. I am eternally grateful.