I feel shit. I can’t put my finger on it. My name is Callum, I don’t normally write blogs, and I’m now at an age where I've started...

When the thing you love brings about mental illness.

When I was fifteen, my mum and dad kindly let me have piano lessons. We hired a teacher. She was called Liz. She was nice. She was flexible.

We all know that we need to practice if we want to get good at something. Seems simple enough, right? But in reality, how many of you...