Can Andy Burnham save our mental health services?

May 31

One day, when I was a teen, I started to cut myself, making thin little slits on my ankles and arms with a penknife. I stopped sleeping. I started to hear strange noises and voices in my head at night. Then I started to fall out with everyone at school; I found myself dipping into a weird sense of ecstasy: watching myself saying and doing...

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