Last Month I blogged about hunting for a new home for myself and the challenges it presents…
Well guess what- I have a home.
As of the beginning of this month I am now a tenant in a small flat situated in a tower block near Hull city centre.
It’s a void at the moment.
It doesn’t have a stitch of carpeting.
I don’t have a cooker, a fridge or a washing machine.
The walls are bare, either in need of wall paper or a lick of paint.
But do not worry – I am getting help with all these problems.
For me, getting my own place is a small but very important step. It’s a step towards independence. It’s a step towards being my own person. It’s a step towards having positive mental health.
For some people with mental health issues the thought of stepping out alone would be daunted, anxious and scared. I have to be honest and admit I am touch of all three. However I know I have to take this step into the unknown.
Luckily I am being supported by family, friends and other veterans who’ve rallied around providing moral support, financial aid and the odd kitchen utensil or old bit of furniture. All gratefully received, I have been truly moved by peoples generosity.
It’s hard keeping up a positive state of mind in the face of so many problems, but I’m sure I will rise to challenge. Give it a year and I should be comfortable.
Everything is slowly coming along.
