Recently, I was given the opportunity to do something kind of cool, involving a forest, bikes, cameras, and mental health. I mean, come on … If that hasn't got me written all over it, I don't know what has.

I was asked if the little kid with the cool hair and glasses still danced with them.

“Yeh mate… erm, different sort of diversity I think!”.

You know how it's said that you don't go a day without seeing a cow? Well, I don't go a day without hearing about mental health. Maybe it's because I'm invested in the subject so heavily at the moment, nevertheless, talk of it is never far away.

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?

I have always known I was adopted, at least I can't recall any such time where I was told about it, and up until recently I would have told you that I haven't been affected by being adopted.