I saw a tweet from @TimetoChange about #TimetoTalkDay.
I mulled it over.
I wondered if I would have anything to contribute to the conversation. What words could I contribute to the issue of Mental Health? I wasn’t sure that there was much I could say and I was afraid that I would be stood like a lemon listening to a conversation, desperately trying to say something worthwhile, but experiencing that awful, slow realisation that I had nothing in common with the other participants.
Nothing to contribute to the conversation.
It really annoyed me this thought that I wouldn’t be able to contribute. That I had no voice. That I was worthless.