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Just lately I've been reading a lot of people have been struggling with their mental health, and how brave some have been by telling their stories, helping end the stigma. This has led me, after much soul searching, to write this blog post, revealing a secret that I have hidden, and something, looking back on now, that I am not proud of. You may know that, at the turn of the year, I stood for local union rep. A role that I wanted desperately. What people don't know is that I made a deal with myself. Either I win the vote, or I take my own life. I really saw no future for me. It sounds spoiled looking back now, throwing my toys out of the pram, but I was in a position where I felt I had nothing to look forward to. I couldn't achieve any career progression, if I couldn't now do something else I desperately wanted, where do I go next? I referred to this as "plan B", to friends. "If I lose ,I have a plan B". No one thought anything of it. 1 friend ask...