As he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth and lamenting the loss of the youthful elasticity in his skin, he makes eye contact with his reflection, groans, and then quickly looks away. I stand behind him, “You're getting on a bit old man, who's going to fancy that now eh?” I can tell he agrees but doesn't reply, he rarely does. When he does it's usually a jovial “piss off, or shut it!”. It's banter, at least I think it is. 

In the interests of finding new ways to settle my mind, I thought I'd try a gong bath.

Relaxing is not something I do very well, even during the times I consider my most relaxed, I'm like a snoozing dog. To the onlooker, I'm out for the count, but in reality, I'm ready to pounce at the slightest noise.

Having good mental health is like tending a lawn, you spend time mowing it, cleaning up all the cuttings, trimming the edges, and sweeping up the mess, it all looks lovely, doesn't it?