After exhausting himself with work, author Benjamin Myers was sent over a literal edge and into the River Derwent. Relating this, I now realise I was perhaps driven half-insane with anxiety, and it was largely my own doing. Every day I was reading articles about mental health awareness – I think I even wrote some – while ignoring my own. I’m still swimming, I’m writing a new novel. And I’m still aware that anxiety sits beneath everything, like bedrock.

Source: The Guardian January 03, 2020 06:56 UTC