TASHY HEARS
The theme here almost follows on from that last song all those months ago. People talk a lot today about mental health, how we deal with it, how we spot
someone who has a problem? Years ago that wasn't always the case. What is now a defined illness was, back then, just a small problem. “Pull your self together”
or “don't be stupid” was a far more likely reply to anyone who tried to discuss a problem they had. For many years I suffered with panic attacks, anxiety attacks,
a fear that I was dying, and yet never really had any help to sort out this genuine fear. Indeed some, maybe through ignorance, maybe through their own inadequacy
in dealing with it, positively made fun of how I behaved at these times.
When the dark cloud of anxiety, of panic, of fear, hovered over my head, there was no one, except my mother, to offer any support, guidance or help. Even
medical support was patchy and, in any case, I firmly believe, it is only family and friends, close friends, who can actually help one through these times.
Pushing the clouds away on your own is probably the hardest thing I have ever done.
But I learned that I would have to find myself, cope with who I was, all on my own and I found that, as I have been going for quite some time now, that
“You have to make the good times yourself and take the little times and make them big times and save the times that are alright for the ones that aren't so good”.
Listen to the words and if you are having problems, or know someone who is, think of that problem as being a cloud. Eventually, if you stick in there,
it will go or, even better, you will find a way of coping with it. Life's too good to give up. I promise you can make it; I have.
