8 Secrets of a Healthy Mind – Free Ebook

We would – of course – like any encounter
with mental illness to be as brief as possible

and, most importantly, to be isolated and
singular. But the reality is that for many

of us, the illness will threaten to return
for visits throughout our lives. It will be

a condition to which we will be permanently
susceptible. So the challenge isn’t to learn

to survive only a one-off crisis; it’s to
set in place a framework that can help us

to manage our fragility over the long-term.
Some of the following moves, practical and

psychological, suggest themselves:


Being ready for a return of the illness will
help us to calibrate our expectations and

render us appropriately patient and unfrightened
in the face of relapses. We fell ill over

many years – our whole childhood might have
been the incubating laboratory – and it will

therefore take us an age until we are impervious.
We should expect to recover no more speedily

than someone who has damaged a limb and probably
a good deal more arduously, given how complicated

a mind is next to a femur or a tendon.

Mental Management

We need to be rigorous with our patterns of
thinking. We cannot afford to let our thoughts

wander into any old section of the mind. There
are thoughts that we need to nurture – about

our worth, about our right to be, about the
importance of keeping going, about self-forgiveness.

And there are thoughts we should be ruthless
in chasing out – about how some people are

doing so much better than us, about how inadequate
and pitiful we are, about what a disappointment

we have turned out to be. The latter aren’t
even ‘thoughts,’ they have no content

to speak of, they cannot teach us anything
new. They are really just instruments of torture

and symptoms of a difficult past.

A Support Network

A decent social life isn’t, for the mentally
fragile, a luxury or piece of entertainment.

It is a resource to help us to stay alive.
We need people to balance our minds when we

are slipping. We need friends who will be
soothing with our fears and not accuse us

of self-indulgence or self-pity for the amount
of time our illness has sequestered. It will

help immensely if they have struggles of their
own and if we can therefore meet as equal

fellow ailing humans, as opposed to hierarchically
separated doctors and patients.

We’ll need ruthlessness in expunging certain
other people from our diaries, people who

harbour secret resentments against us, who
are latently hostile to self-examination,

who are scared of their own minds and project
their fears onto us. A few hours with such

types can throw a shadow over a whole day;
their unsympathetic voices become lodged in

our minds and feed our own ample stores of
self-doubt. We shouldn’t hesitate to socially

edit our lives in order to endure.


The impulse, when things are darkening, is
to hide ourselves away and reduce communication.

We are too ashamed to do anything else. We
should fight the tendency and, precisely when

we cannot bear to admit what we are going
through, we should dare to take someone into

our confidence. Silence is the primordial
enemy. We have to fight a permanent feeling

that we are too despicable to be looked after.
We have to take a gamble on an always implausible

idea: that we deserve kindness.


Love is ultimately what will get us through,
not romantic love but sympathy, tolerance

and patience. We’ll need to watch our tendencies
to turn love down from an innate sense of

unworthiness. We wouldn’t have become ill
if it were entirely easy for us to accept

the positive attention of others. We’ll
have to thank those who are offering it and

make them feel appreciated in return – and
most of all, accept that our illness was from

the outset rooted in a deficit of love and
therefore that every encounter with the emotion

will strengthen our recovery and help to keep
the darkness at bay.


We would – ideally – of course prefer not
to keep adding foreign chemicals to our minds.

There are side effects and the eerie sense
of not knowing exactly where our thoughts

end and alien neurochemistry begins. But the
ongoing medicines set up guardrails around

the worst of our mental whirlpools. We may
have to be protected on an ongoing basis from

forces inside us that would prefer we didn’t

A Quiet Life

We should see the glory and the grandeur that
is present in an apparently modest destiny.

We are good enough as we are. We don’t need
huge sums of money or to be spoken of well

by strangers. We should take pride in our
early nights and undramatic routines. These

aren’t signs of passivity or tedium. What
looks like a normal life on the outside is

a singular achievement given what we are battling


There is no need for gravity. We can face
down the illness by laughing heartily at its

evils. We are mad and cracked – but luckily
so are many others with whom we can wryly

mock the absurdities of mental life. We shouldn’t,
on top of everything else, accord our illness

too much portentous respect.

We should be proud of ourselves for making
it this far. It may have looked – at times

  • as if we never would. There might have been
    nights when we sincerely thought of taking

our own lives. Somehow we held on, we reached
out for help, we dared to tell someone else

of our problems, we engaged our minds, we
tried to piece together our histories and

to plot a more endurable future – and we started
reading about what might be up with us.

We are still here, mentally ill no doubt at
times, but more than ever committed to recovery,

appreciative of the light, grateful for love,
hungry for insight and keen to help anyone

else whose plight we can recognise. We are
not fully well, but we are on the mend and

that, for now, is very much good enough.

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