There is perhaps no profession held more strictly to their own standards than healthcare workers. From shrewd passer-by gazes on scrub-wearing smokers, to light-hearted jibes at the dentist deliberating over the sugar-laden dessert menu, the expectation to walk the walk is evident.

The world’s population is 7.8 billion and every person has their mental health to care for, whether they are aware of this or not. Mental health is universal, transcending differences in age, gender, ethnicity, religion, sexual orientation, or profession. Simply put, even Beyoncé has mental health.

Today is the first day of spring. I see the perfectly serene meadow in front of me, the grass swaying gently in the breeze as sunlight glistens across the morning dew. And yet I am in a totally different ecosystem. I cannot hear the sweet chirps of the birds because my own inner monologue is shouting, screaming, shrieking thousands of different criticisms at me.

The ground I step on turns to marsh

The solemn melancholy filling the air

Passing through mind, depressed the rays of light

That’s battling onwards into the night

Inner turmoil who tortures all that care

“Cause every moment is a fork in the road and all my roads lead back to you”

You are the source of all problems in my life

If I believed, you would be the antithesis of Christ.

And yet in some twisted way, I can’t stop loving you

In this sick, sadistic way that children do.

Having a panic attack is like shaving.

You're just getting on with it

Then you feel pain

The soft rustle of air amongst the leaves,

As the warm light cools its path

For one single ray breeches

And the mind straddles the indefinite line

And I feel…