I've been mulling over why it is so hard (it certainly was me) to admit to mental health difficulty. We live in a society where, sadly, it's deemed a failure to have a problem with your mental health. It’s embarrassing to seek treatment or support for this area of life. It’s OK to see an osteopath for a bad back, visit the dentist for your teeth to be straightened, and take insulin for diabetes. Regarding emotional well-being, it's different; we keep our struggles secret. I illustrated my struggle to accept my mental health difficulty and seek help. I drew this picture of me thinking about my leg in plaster and using crutches, wishing my head was like a leg. I did eventually seek help; I was diagnosed with complex PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) and was offered treatment.