{"id":4075,"date":"2025-08-31T14:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-08-31T14:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/curiousdrive.com\/?p=4075"},"modified":"2025-09-01T10:10:54","modified_gmt":"2025-09-01T10:10:54","slug":"i-had-a-very-public-mental-breakdown-my-friends-persistence-saved-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/curiousdrive.com\/index.php\/2025\/08\/31\/i-had-a-very-public-mental-breakdown-my-friends-persistence-saved-me\/","title":{"rendered":"I had a very public mental breakdown \u2013 my friend\u2019s persistence saved me"},"content":{"rendered":"
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After the mania came the madness (Picture: Cal Speet)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

When the medical team collected me from my mother\u2019s house in January 2015, I was wearing my dead grandfather\u2019s tasselled cowboy jacket with my bare torso exposed, a shoelace as a headband, and there was a smear of crimson blood across my forehead.<\/p>\n

The blood was fake<\/a>. The out-of-hours team had not been called for a physical health issue, but a psychological one.<\/p>\n

I was 20 years old and had recently dropped out of the University of Brighton<\/a> due to poor mental health<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Months of mania \u2013 fuelled partly by the stress of the perceived loss of my future and partly by an addiction<\/a> to smoking enough cannabis to tranquilise Snoop Dogg\u2019s dealer \u2013 followed. <\/p>\n

After the mania came the madness.<\/p>\n

A sudden proclivity for tribal face paint, a repeated impulse to send videos of myself crying to my favourite authors and an obsession with running half-naked around my town<\/a> at midnight leaving \u00a35 notes under plant pots meant that my ‘I’m not crazy \u2013 the rest of the world is!\u2019 mantra had worn impossibly thin.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\"Cal\t<\/div>
It was my plan to throw myself from the top of Stonehenge (Picture: Cal Speet)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Like many who suffer from psychosis<\/a>, I had convinced myself that I was a god. A divine being sent to earth to stop a planet-destroying meteor by \u2013 wait for it \u2013 mapping the stars in the sky against the moles on my forearm.<\/p>\n

It was my plan to throw myself from the top of Stonehenge. Instead of falling, I\u2019d sprout wings and fly off into the night sky to stop the imminent meteor, thus proving my recent deification and saving the planet in one fell swoop.<\/p>\n

I was resolute in my godliness. If I could be as depressed as I was after leaving university, sick and penniless, and turn that depression into waking up every day blissful, then I must<\/em> be a god.<\/p>\n

I also blamed, in part, my recently adopted ritual of standing barefoot in the garden and staring directly at the sun for five seconds \u2013 a practice that I\u2019d thought was a forgotten form of photosynthesis<\/a> \u2013 for my perceived anointment (in reality, it was burning my corneas and I now have astigmatism).<\/p>\n

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In the end, it was the restorative power of friendship that saved me<\/p>\n

Quote<\/title><title>Quote<\/title><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Obviously, I hadn\u2019t been anointed. I wasn\u2019t happy, I was high on cannabis and psychosis-delivered dopamine.<\/p>\n<p>But it\u2019s a lot easier to cope with newfound divinity than with the truth: That I was unemployed, uneducated and having a very <a href=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2020\/03\/31\/mental-breakdown-taught-enjoy-living-slowly-12484272\/\" data-type=\"link\" data-id=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2020\/03\/31\/mental-breakdown-taught-enjoy-living-slowly-12484272\/\">public mental breakdown<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>My mother decided to call our local GP to inform them of my erratic behaviour. They arranged an immediate home visit. After an assessment, the medical team persuaded me to take anti-psychotics with the argument: \u2018If what you\u2019re experiencing is real, taking medicine won\u2019t stop it, will it?\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>But it did stop it.<\/p>\n<p>After taking my prescription, the descent back down to earth began with a slight gradient over the first few days, before plummeting harshly.<\/p>\n<p>I became utterly sedate. Then bedbound. Then almost comatose.<\/p>\n<p>I had <a href=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2023\/05\/24\/i-dont-think-ill-ever-be-cured-of-my-depression-but-i-still-live-a-good-life-18829270\/\" data-type=\"link\" data-id=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2023\/05\/24\/i-dont-think-ill-ever-be-cured-of-my-depression-but-i-still-live-a-good-life-18829270\/\">experienced depression<\/a> before, but this new version \u2013 the lowest low after the highest high \u2013 was a different beast entirely.<\/p>\n<figure class=\"img-container shareable-item wp-caption\">\n<div class=\"img-wrap\">\n\t\t<img width=\"646\" height=\"485\" src=\"http:\/\/curiousdrive.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/SEI_263478649-da54-e1756290318504.jpg\" class=\"article-image wp-image-24009392\" alt=\"Cal Speet - the final comedown\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>\t<\/div><figcaption>My friends reached\u00a0out repeatedly, only for me to swat them away (Picture: Cal Speet)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I lost the ability to perceive, think and feel. My internal monologue was silent, and, to add insult to injury, due to post-psychosis amnesia, a common side-effect of the illness, I had <a href=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2023\/02\/07\/i-fell-back-in-love-with-my-partner-every-day-after-losing-my-memory-18236106\/\" data-type=\"link\" data-id=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2023\/02\/07\/i-fell-back-in-love-with-my-partner-every-day-after-losing-my-memory-18236106\/\">lost all of my memories<\/a>, too<\/p>\n<p>The only feeling that remained in the bleakness was a dull, underlying terror. Who was I? Would I ever know again?<\/p>\n<p>I would play films on my laptop without watching them, so as not to feel alone with the silence of my mind.<\/p>\n<p>Over the next three months, from dawn till dusk, <a href=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2025\/07\/22\/devil-wears-prada-fans-crashing-out-anne-hathaway-first-look-sequel-23720821\/\" data-type=\"link\" data-id=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2025\/07\/22\/devil-wears-prada-fans-crashing-out-anne-hathaway-first-look-sequel-23720821\/\">The Devil Wears Prada <\/a>played from a half-broken laptop screen to an audience of none.   <\/p>\n<p>In the end, it was the restorative power of friendship that saved me.<\/p>\n<p>My friends reached out repeatedly, only for me to swat them away \u2013 but my best friend Ruby didn\u2019t take no for an answer.<\/p>\n<p>I winced when she came round and entered my den. I hadn\u2019t showered or left bed in a week. The room was a tip \u2013 dirty plates and underwear mosaics littered the floor.<\/p>\n<figure class=\"img-container shareable-item wp-caption\">\n<div class=\"img-wrap\">\n\t\t<img width=\"646\" height=\"480\" src=\"http:\/\/curiousdrive.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/SEI_263478717-1262-e1756290270148.jpg\" class=\"article-image wp-image-24009402\" alt=\"Cal Speet - the final comedown\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>\t<\/div><figcaption>I\u2019d stolen a plasma ball from Home Bargains and was convinced I could use it as a communication device to chat with Nicki Minaj (Picture: Cal Speet)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>She, meanwhile, was pristine in her normality. Matching clothes. Clean hair. Makeup.<\/p>\n<p>Without hesitation, she climbed into my pit next to me. She said she wanted to be there, that she missed me, and knew I\u2019d be better soon. She tucked herself in underneath the dirty bedsheets and played old Sex and the City episodes on the laptop.<\/p>\n<p>At first, I couldn\u2019t enjoy her company; but she persisted.<\/p>\n<p>After a couple of weeks, I laughed. She reminded me that, in my madness, I\u2019d stolen a plasma ball from Home Bargains and was convinced I could use it as a communication device to chat <a href=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2025\/07\/16\/nicki-minaj-szas-feud-explained-shocking-dead-dog-dig-23677511\/\" data-type=\"link\" data-id=\"https:\/\/metro.co.uk\/2025\/07\/16\/nicki-minaj-szas-feud-explained-shocking-dead-dog-dig-23677511\/\">with Nicki Minaj<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>We howled. The absurdity of the situation overcame the devastation, and silliness began to eschew sadness.<\/p>\n<p>This became routine; Ruby would come round, tuck herself into bed, and regale me with stories of my exploits, always with tenderness, kindness and humour.<\/p>\n<figure class=\"img-container shareable-item wp-caption\">\n<div class=\"img-wrap\">\n\t\t<img width=\"646\" height=\"420\" src=\"http:\/\/curiousdrive.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/SEI_263478648-4a3b-e1756290286361.jpg\" class=\"article-image wp-image-24009397\" alt=\"Cal Speet - the final comedown\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>\t<\/div><figcaption>My\u00a0upcoming\u00a0novel\u00a0Spiralling\u00a0is set in Manchester (Picture: Cal Speet)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<div class=\"factbox\" data-ico=\"factbox_article\" data-track-module=\"factbox_article\">\n<h2 class=\"factbox-title\">\n\t\t\t\tFind out more about Cal \t\t\t<\/h2>\n<div class=\"factbox-content\">\n<p>You can buy Cal Speet’s novel Spiralling<a href=\"https:\/\/harpercollins.co.uk\/products\/spiralling-no-boyfriend-no-job-no-clue-cal-speet\"> here<\/a><\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Eventually, my brain started to repair. Bit by bit, my memories returned and my humanity trickled back.<\/p>\n<p>I started showering. I reached out to all my other friends. I got a job.<\/p>\n<p>Miraculously, not only did the intense post-psychosis depression dissipate, but so did the pre-psychosis, low-level depression that had haunted me since my teenage years.<\/p>\n<p>There is a hard line in my life between who I was before and after this period. It left me bruised, confused, but with a new perspective. My worst fears had been realised<strong>:<\/strong> I had publicly humiliated myself and seemingly destroyed my future, but I had survived.<\/p>\n<p>Ten years later, after eventually graduating from university in Manchester, my novel Spiralling is set in that same city, published with HarperNorth.<\/p>\n<p>A relationship comedy, the story follows Gabriel: A young man who suffers an emotional trauma, and attempts to rebuild after losing everything except for that glittering constant that I clung to at my lowest ebb.<\/p>\n<p>Having a laugh with a good friend.<\/p>\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>Do you have a story you\u2019d like to share? Get in touch by emailing <a href=\"mailto:jess.austin@metro.co.uk\">jess.austin@metro.co.uk<\/a>.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>Share your views in the comments below.<\/strong><\/p>\n<section id=\"share-buttons-bottom-start\" class=\"share-buttons share-buttons-bottom\"><a class=\"metro-button share-bar-comments\" data-vars-position=\"bottom\" href=\"#metro-comments-container\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t<span><\/p>\n<p><title>Comment now<\/title><\/span><br \/>\n\t\t\t<span class=\"share-bar-comments__label\">Comments<\/span><br \/>\n\t\t<\/a><\/section>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After the mania came the madness (Picture: Cal Speet) When the medical team collected me from my mother\u2019s house in January 2015, I was wearing my dead grandfather\u2019s tasselled cowboy jacket with my bare torso exposed, a shoelace as a headband, and there was a smear of crimson blood across my forehead. 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