The other day, on Mental Health Awareness Day coincidentally, I had a wobble. Low mood clashed with bad news which lurched into a Sisyphean task at work. For a day and a bit I felt shit.

But after giving it time and talking to a few people, I could see a way through today. It didn’t all feel so desperate.

That’s what worked for me. Getting other perspectives. Changing my mind.

“Despair is really a failure of perspective. Despair is a moment that pretends to be permanent. There are good reasons to be hopeful; there is a place beyond this moment, and we can, if we choose to, get up off our knees and go there together.”

– Frankie Boyle, The Future of British Politics