It’s Mental Health Awareness Week this week, and so it feels like the right time to come back to a post I started a good few weeks back but didn’t finish. At the time I had a hell of a lot on and ended up focussing more on not letting all the stress become anxiety become overwhelm become… well, something altogether much more difficult… and whilst writing things down is cathartic for me, and helps me organise my thoughts, it’s at times when things are most stressful that I tend to drop the things that I know deep down might actually be important to carry on doing. Knowing what’s good for me and doing that are two different things, unfortunately. To know is one thing… but then what?

There’s a conundrum in there somewhere. On the whole, I’m much more aware of where my head is at these days, having gone as close to “the edge” as I really ever plan on going in the past. Anyone would tell you that’s a “good thing”. It means I can catch myself before I fall into a hole, move back from the edge of said hole, even plan for the upcoming hole/edge of hole situation; all that good stuff. If you know there’s a hole in the road just up ahead, you slow down, right?

Well yes, of course that’s right. If you’re in charge of how fast things are moving, that is.

But what if you’re not? What if you’re not in charge of how fast things move and you just have to handle the feeling of going faster than you want to go, knowing that there might be a hole in the road up ahead, but not being able to hit the brake because you’re not the one in the driving seat.

You remember that feeling, just as I do, That night when you were younger and less responsible, with less responsibilities to make you need to be responsible, and you all piled into your friend’s car to make your way from here where you were to over there where everyone was going to be. And it was all fun and laughter, but at a certain point you realised you’d taken that corner too quickly, and even though everything was fine, for a moment everything slowed down and the air between you changed and everyone stopped laughing and for a moment there it was all suddenly very, very real. And no one said anything, but everyone knew.

[My cousin Tanya reminded me of her moment like that when I saw her a while back, and wouldn’t you know, it had been me driving that time. An old car, a back lane, a truck or tractor of some kind round a bend, a skid and several hearts stopping for a few beats. I didn’t remember it clearly, because it wasn’t my moment. But for her, it was like it happened yesterday rather than in the late summer of 1994]

Fast forward back to the here and the now and that feeling can still take your breath away. A tightness in the breath because you know you’re not able to just take your foot off the accelerator a little. Because it’s not your foot on the accelerator, actually, So you’re stuck.

Being stuck doesn’t feel good at all. Any animal is most dangerous when it’s hungry or when it’s cornered, and [as I’ve pointed out before in these pages] you don’t have to decide what animal you would be if you were to be an animal because you are already an animal: a strategically-shaved monkey sharing around 98.7% of your DNA with your nearest monkey cousin, no less. So whilst we may not be starving as such, I think we’re all hungry for something in life. Something of meaning and import; something to believe in. And there’s no question we can find ourselves cornered by a world we’re not designed for in evolutionary terms; constantly in flight or fight mode every day and yet unable to fight because it’s work and that’s really not appropriate [unless you work in a boxing gym, I guess] yet flight is out of the question because it’s work and there are demands and deadlines and damnable duty [ugh duty really is a suck isn’t it – feeling you have to do something you don’t want to do because you’ve decided you should do it. Annoyed with your own brain for forcing you to do things, like you and your brain aren’t actually aligned on really quite a surprising amount of really quite important topics. Did I mention that we’re just not made for the world we’ve created?]

So you carry on. Doesn’t matter if you’re leading the whole organisation or just working on a project. You carry on because you have to carry on

The car keeps going, at the speed the car goes.

Towards the hole that you think might be up ahead.

And so, to our conundrum.

Is it better to know about the hole in the road, or better to bowl along in belligerent yet beautiful blindness ?

If you don’t know it’s there, you might fall in it, sure. But you might glide past it, never really knowing how close you were to disaster. There’s something really appealing about that: the “it’ll be fine” attitude. Even if it’s not actually fine in the end, isn’t it better to think that it’s going to be fine and go about your day feeling fine about things right up until the point that it’s not fine? You can just deal with it then, right? Instead of worrying all the way along?

[As it happens that’s one of the pillars Stoicism, a school of philosophy that originated in Ancient Greece and Rome with dudes like Marcus Aurelius and Epictetus and Seneca, considered one of the most sublime philosophies in Western history, which teaches that worrying about the future is unnecessary and can be harmful to the present moment because the future is uncertain and that we can’t control it, so it’s best to focus on what’s happening right now. Which is easy to say when the hardest decision you had to make was which toga to wear or whether you could be arsed to go and watch the lions rip apart some more Christians at the amphitheatre. They never had to put together a detailed proposal for a bunch of senior people to explain the need for additional headcount in the middle of a hiring freeze, did they? No they bloody well did not. Just sat there getting made into marble statues, with massive beards, eating lark’s tongues or whatever. Anyway sorry where was i?]

The thing is, if you know it’s there, you’re thinking about it from way back; maybe miles before it actually becomes relevant or something to think about. Worrying about whether it’s there or not, or if it’s actually a different road you’re on and you’re just getting a bit confused in all this excitement. Wondering if other people can see that you’re worrying about it. Worrying that they might be judging you for it.

Whilst there is part of me that of course craves the bliss of ignorance, or at least the clarity of thought which comes with knowing and not dramatising [I’m actually quite into some of the Stoic thinking at the moment and was just being deliberately disparaging for dramatic effect] there’s no question that actually you’re much, much more likely to hit that hole if you don’t know it’s there.

Just sitting and worrying about it doesn’t actually make anything better. I know that, our Stoic chums knew it, and I reckon you probably do too.

There are a million different possible outcomes from where you are right now. Of all of those possible outcomes, only one is actually going to happen. And the chances of you being able to guess which of those is going to be the one is really pretty low. If you were any good at predicting the future you wouldn’t be sitting here reading this, you’d be making millions on the stock market betting on the price of frozen concentrated orange juice based on your knowledge of this year’s orange harvest, [Yes, all of my knowledge of the stock market does come from the 80’s film Trading Places – well spotted]

So what can we do?

One thing is dead simple: you can talk about it.

We’re not good about talking about mental health, or stress, or insecurity. We’re hard-wired to seek out connection and we fear awkwardness almost more than anything because if it’s all got awkward then people won’t want to connect and we think it’s super awkward to actually get into things rather than give the “yeah, fine thanks” that shuts down the conversation but yes, also shuts down the potential for connection. And on top of that, societal stigma (or our perception of it) means that we think mental health or stress or insecurity all sounds like weakness and, particularly for people in positions of leadership, that’s not something that feels at all comfortable. No one wants a “weak leader”, right?

Except, of course, you know as well as I do that there’s actually nothing stronger than being authentic, and vulnerable, and honest, and open, and compassionate, and thoughtful. That letting people in is how we connect, and it’s those connections that makes us stronger still: less likely to simply suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; more likely to rely on each other and work together and perhaps even enjoy the ride.

I’ll be very honest here – I’ve had a tough few months. I’ve “had quite a lot on” [as my mum might have said in her typical understated way] and it’s been… well… “a lot”. I’ve been overusing my ADHD ability to have all possible tabs open all the time, and just opening one more and one more again when something else comes along, and it’s left me stretched pretty thin. I’m thinking about everything, all the time. From the macro of war and famine and societal division to the big picture of work strategy and operations to the micro of a leak in the roof and an upcoming deadline and where the fuck I’ve left my keys for the third time in a day [and everything in between, of course: it’s the otherwise inconsequential in between things that can wear us down, just like a drip drip drip of water will, in time, wear away the rock beneath] the lines can become a little blurred between what I’m handling and what I’m pretending (to myself, as much as anyone) that I’m handling.

But rather than shutting my eyes and pretending the hole wasn’t up ahead, I’ve recognised the potential for hole-based opened up and talked like I’ve not done before. My awareness of the hole ahead means I’ve I’ve told people I’m struggling. I’ve explained that I’ve been overusing my ADHD; using the ability I have to keep all the mental tabs open, all the time, just to get things done and that it’s leaving me exhausted. I’ve acknowledge that it’s not sustainable for me.

I’ve asked for help.

And do you know what? People have listened, people have made an effort to understand, and people have helped.

[I don’t know why but it’s always slightly shocking when that happens, don’t you think? That people will even go out of their way to help out when they see the need? And yet you would do the same, I’m sure. Perhaps we’re just never as sure about our own worth as we are about other people’s?]

That’s what knowing has given me: a moment to get my people around me. Friends, colleagues. Some who cross that unnecessary linguistic divide. People who care. For different reasons perhaps, but all with the same end in mind. Perhaps even the same mind in mind. My mind.

Mental Health Awareness Week will come and go. But for all of us, the challenges of managing a mental load that is greater than any group of people in the history of the world goes on every day.

And it’s in that context that I’ll encourage you to do two things:

First, be kind to yourself. You’ve had a long day and worked hard and actually done bloody well under the circumstances and the last thing you need is your own brain not being kind to your own self. Give yourself a break. You honestly deserve it, and if you’re not going to give yourself a break, who is?

And second, if you’re struggling then I implore you, please, ask for help. You’ll find that “happy to help” isn’t just a throwaway phrase, it’s real. People around you will actually be happy if they are able to help you. It makes them feel good, and it’s good for you. It’s how we connect.

Thanks for reading, I appreciate it more than you can imagine. Take care. Speak soon I hope.