Come with me on a mental health journey. You are driving a metaphorical bus – a bus of your life. Every single passenger is a version of you at different points in your life. As your life unfolds, the bus stops and more passengers get on to take a seat. How might these passengers interact?

Suddenly, there is a jolt, a literal bump in the road. A life event, or a down day.

The bus comes to a halt and the driver ‘you’ gets off the bus to fix the problem, and take a break before continuing on. Out of all the versions on the bus, there are 2 sitting next to each other on the bottom deck who start a conversation …

“Will it always be like this? When will it end? Marooned on this island? I strayed from the path – this route looked so inviting. The way the greenery framed the trail, like a picture perfect postcard of happiness. But out of the frame, was the thicket of brambles that cut me, and the nettles that stung my limbs. Every step wading through hurt more with every footing – but I was trying to make it through, despite the throbbing pain. I tried to believe it would clear. But I am wounded and broken, and I can’t go on. It is like a poison – my body is overwhelmed, and I can’t fight it any longer.”

The version listening smiles knowingly, and she reaches out a hand. “But I made it to the clearing.” She says reassuringly, “It was a small pocket at first. But the spaces got larger and then started to fill with flowers. A meadow covering the floor with a stream weaving through like a silver strand, glistening through the land like a beacon of hope. It does clear. It does get better. Just hold on, and if you feel like you are not strong enough – reach out. There will be someone there to take your hand – there are others that love you and are there to help you on the other side of that bramble. They are there with shears, trying to clear the path for you.”

She continues, “Roots are the truth of who you are – wherever your roots may lie. Wherever you choose to plant them. That is your safe haven – your home, your truth. Everything can be stripped bare, and it can seem as if you have nothing left. But those roots are deep seated, and they will spring you up again. It is self-care: finding the little corner of the world that is yours. That brings you joy and makes you happy. Maybe a hug from your Mum, a walk alone on the beach, a good time with friends, or enjoying your favorite book. It is yours to enjoy – and to bring you back to life”

The driver climbs back on the bus,

“Are we ready to carry on?”

Yes – I think we are now.

Written by Katie Ingram

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