At some point before 4pm today I have to call someone back to arrange an appointment. The person I have to call back is a counsellor that my work have arranged for me, and the appointment is for some Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. I would quite happily keep all of this stigma filled information to myself, and embark on journey number ‘whoknows’ into the world of putting my brain back on track, but what is the point in passionately spouting off about