From the web: “‘It’s nothing like a broken leg’: why I’m done with the mental health conversation”

I am bleeding from the wrists in a toilet cubicle of the building I have therapy in, with my junior doctor psychiatrist peering over the top of the door, her lanyards clanking against the lock. Her shift finished half an hour earlier.

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