Calm. For the First Time.
A mental health update from someone who used to look like he'd wet himself on stage. It's been a couple of months since I last checked in on the mental health front, so I figured it was time to pull up a chair, make a coffee, and have a proper chat. Quick recap for anyone who missed the last instalment of Mick's Ongoing Psychological Adventures: a couple of months back I posted about what had been a genuinely brilliant run with my mental health. No drama. No fires. No white-k
Mick Hughes
May 11
The Skin Check That Saved My Life
I was 26 years old when I got the phone call. It was a Sunday night, which already felt a little unusual. Doctors generally don’t ring you on a Sunday night to tell you that everything is wonderfully boring. A few days earlier, I’d had a suspicious mole removed from the middle of my back. Not somewhere helpful, like my forearm, where I might have noticed it changing. Not somewhere obvious, like my face, where I might have seen it in the mirror. Nope. Right between my shoulder
Mick Hughes
May 3
