Nature means so much to me. Sitting here, writing this blog, I can hear a blackbird giving a warning call, jackdaws tchack-tchacking before they roost and a wood pigeon’s soft echoing coo.
But one call that’s particularly important to me is that of the cheeky robin. I owe that little feathered bundle of joy so much. Its angelic song switched a light on within me.
Back in 2013/14, due to work pressure and lack of sleep, I experienced a mental breakdown – my second. I spiralled into a deep depression, suffered with anxiety and paranoia and eventually was twice admitted to a psychiatric hospital in Poole.
Throughout that difficult time, when I lost all my communication skills, the only thing that I truly remained connected to was nature, through my camera.
When dark thoughts were rushing around in my head – like a washing machine on a fast spin – staring through the lens of my camera, and focusing on that moment in time, helped me to focus my mind and those dark thoughts faded.
To start with after my breakdown, I wasn’t allowed to drive, so I sat in my garden and took photos and walked to the Moors Valley Country Park – I even spotted otters occasionally!