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Welcome to 3ShyMice.

The sole aim of this website is to change the negative views surrounding mental illness and to showcase the artwork-stories of some whose voices aren’t very loud, because in the end aren’t we all a little mad?

Below are some fact’s taken from http://www.mentalhealth.org.uk/

The facts and figures around Mental Health in the UK are alarming:

  • 1 in 4 people will experience some kind of mental health problem in the course of a year
  • Suicides rates show that British men are three times as likely to die by suicide than British women
  • Self-harm statistics for the UK show one of the highest rates in Europe: 400 per 100,000 population


I bet your saying,why should I bother? I won’t happen to me…It could. One in four is a big number. Below is my story, everything below is 100% true:

I am a female, I was born on the 11th of October and I live in the United Kingdom. I work for a Department store in the food services sector.I own pet mice, enjoy sci-fi and the arts. At 19 years of age on the 2nd of December 2010 I was hospitalised under the mental health act  for two months following a mental breakdown. I am now on medication, back at work and happier than I have ever been.

Thinking about it, my mental health started way way back when my Grandad died. My Grandad was a inspiration to me and losing him was a very big blow. At this time I had just started secondary school. After his death I quickly become withdrawn from the rest of my peers. At this time I did not know what depression was. I just knew I felt really empty. I trudged my way through school with multiple visits to counsellors and graduated with GCSE’s on to a sixth from college.

College was a very wrong move for me, I couldn’t concentrate and I could not grasp this ”independant learning” I spent most of my time in the girls bathroom bunking lessons ”fanfic’ing” on my mobile phone. Fan fiction along with drawing was an escape for me. I had begun writing and RPG’ing around 2005 with the release of the new Doctor Who. The problem was fan fiction had become an addictive behaviour, I had started shunning reality for fantasy. I would stay up into the early hours obsessing over my phone. If my friend’s didn’t reply I felt that they was ”abandoning me” I grew very paranoid about this so I started making up persona’s with the sole aim of attracting attention.

These persona’s soon grew out of hand and were really starting to deal some damage. I ended up flunking college. Alas I had a silver lining! My part time job as a food services adviser!

I had started the job in 2008 as a Christmas temp. I wanted nothing more than to be let go after Christmas! Looking back I can safely say, boy am I glad that they did not let me go! My week become pretty worthless after I finished college. It was pretty much a six day sleep-athon,Saturday being the only exception. Needless to say my parents did not approve. So my father drove me to the local youth centre. There I signed up for a youth programme and I thought it was going rather well…

On the 29th of November our group took part in a ”Army Day” in a nutshell-A team building event hosted by the army. I hadn’t sleep the previous night and looking back our team leaders described my actions as ”manic”. I completed the course on little than three hours sleep-I had worked long shifts that weekend and the Sargent in charge said that I was his ”Little Champion” I felt on top of the world…and that is when it all went wrong.Whilst I won’t go into depth on the details I can tell you that I was sleep depraved and delusional. The end result meant that on the 2nd of December 2010 I was sectioned.

I was in hospital for two months. During that time I had no contact with my friends but my parents and other family visited me when they could. I was discharged on the 15th of February 2011. Whilst I found myself with a new lease on life I also found myself very isolated and ashamed of my condition it took me a lot of courage to open about about my illness. The hospital gave me a support plan along with a CPN and employment advisor. In the coming months I become to improve and I was feeling more in tune with myself. My employment advisor suggested I attend social groups and her job group so I did reluctantly. Overtime I begun to flower-from a wilted shrub to a beautiful rose. At the job club I was in constant contact with people who had similar problems to me it was very comforting to know that I was not alone.

Fast forward a little bit and I am now back at work.

My first day was so scary! I was so worried about what people thought that I forgot my locker code and had to fight with a locker for over an hour! As it turns out I need not of worried. Other employee’s welcomed me back warmly and my manager handled my care and support with the up most of respect for me. He didn’t treat me any different, nor did I feel at all patronized. Within time I went from hiding myself away in the back of house to flaunting my customer service skills in the front of house.

It hasn’t been easy but I am PROUD of who I am and what I have achieved in a few short months. I have gone from quiet and depressed to loud and colourful-like a peacock. I still suffer with depression but my days of hiding away are behind me. Mental illness should not define you:You should define yourself.

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