When I entered my first treatment facility at the age of fifteen many aspects of my life changed very quickly, and I’m not just talking about the fact that I wasn’t allowed to brush my teeth without the approval of a mental health aid or nurse.

If you have ever crossed paths with me, read any of my writing, followed me on any social media platform, or listened to any of my speeches, you are very much aware that I proudly speak about my mental illness and the subsequent journey that has come as a result.