THE MENTAL HEALTH WORLD CUP: BEEF FC

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I’ve never made a secret of my mental health struggles, and a few years ago they overwhelmed me and I tried to kill myself. I was lucky and I am still here but recently some friends of mine weren’t afforded the same reprieve. Keith (Beef) died last year and Anna in 2023.There are so many people who suffer in silence, contemplating the worst.

I have written for CALM, worked with them and raised money for them before. It is a charity which does great good for mental health and through them I heard about the Mental Health World Cup. We have entered a team to the 5 a side football World Cup, which is a name for something that is in no way a world cup, but a great way to raise money and awareness for such a destructive place for people to be.

Playing as Beef FC, we'll be stepping out at The New Den, Millwall's stadium, on Sunday May 24th.

There is always a way forward, even though it doesn’t seem like it, and you only need to make the wrong choice once which is why a charities such as Mental Health World Cup and CALM are so important. Please help us raise in honour of Beef, Anna and so many more who can be heped.

DONATE HERE

The Bastard Noose, my mental health writing of my time in the system, is all available online again. Feel free to read if you want some raw writing from when I was really unwell, which I promise isn’t all miserable, I have linked the first three below. Thank you for your time and any support you can give.

From all of us in Beef FC

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