For anyone who fights the fight against mental health problems you will know that sometimes little things can fester in the background and slowly grow until they bring you crashing down.

But even though they are little things and fixing them probably only takes half an hour or so, they become unsurmountable and impossible to begin tackling

For me, one of those so called “little things” has been sorting out my bed. Because of my physical disabilities I’m ashamed to admit I have found it almost impossible to make my bed and keep it clean and fresh. I hate it and I have endlessly worried about what would happen if something happened to me and then someone entered my bedroom and saw the state my bed was in. It’s gotten so bad that suicide was a real option.

today, as hard as it has been to do, I’ve sorted out my bed. Clean sheets, clean quilt cover and a clean pillow case. I’ve sat here tonight crying with joy, frustration, anger and many more difficult emotions as I look at my bed.

It represents to me one more tiny step to regaining something of a normal life and I don’t think anyone who has not lived with mental health problems will understand what I’m trying to say here.