Mental illness can be a curious bastard. Two weeks ago, I went on a little break by the Gippsland lakes that was beautiful. For the majority of the time, the sun was shining and the weather was perfect. I should have been completely at ease, but my OCD still haunted me. I heard things that weren’t there. My anxiety still peaked for no reason at all and I still felt overwhelming melancholy as I sat on the balcony and looked out over the beautiful water. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great time, but my mental illness doesn’t recede purely because I take a holiday. It’d be amazing if it did, but it’s there, just as ever present as it always is, except…