Prince Harry has revealed he sought counselling after spending nearly 20 years “not thinking” about the death of his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales. In an interview with the Daily Telegraph, he said it was not until his late 20s that he processed the grief – after two years of “total chaos” and coming close to a “complete breakdown.”
It’s alright for Harry. Nobody is going to sack him, throw him out of his house and completely ruin his life in the way Bishop Martin Wharton did to me when I was suffering from depression. For people like me with no future there is no point in counselling. I mean, what the fuck is the point in getting better when there is nothing to get better for? I did that once only to be told by the Church of England that it didn’t matter, they were never going to employ me again anyway.
There is a lot of campaigning going on in the UK at the moment to get better treatment and better lives for those suffering from, or who have suffered from, mental health problems. Hopefully this is good news for younger people. Unfortunately it is too late for me. I am too old to start afresh and nothing is going to persuade the bishops of the Church of England to give me my job back. Therefore, although when I watch news reports about the royals and others trying to do something for the mad I should be happy and excited, all I feel is pain and jealousy.