When I started writing my blog last year, I was looking for a way out of the paralysing fog of mental illness, just as surely as if I were the patient, instead of my daughter. Julie was fifteen, and by then had spent the best part of a year in a psychiatric unit for adolescents. We were battered and bruised by our roller coaster ride through the ups and downs of her illness, and by the constant struggle to wrest back our lives from the grip of the psychiatric world. I was looking for a place where I could release some of the strain I was carrying, rant about some of the things I hated, and rationalise some of what was happening to us.
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