‘You’re fine. It’s all in your head.’ I’ve heard that a lot. It’s often used to minimise the severity of mental illness. Yes. It is literally all in my head. That’s the bloody problem. I don’t know about you, but I live in my head. My experience of everything – love, sandwiches, music, limericks, dogs – they all come to me through my brain, which is in my head. So something only being in my head isn’t comforting, it’s terrifying.
