Great Landscapes Week 2019Great Landscapes offer endless opportunities for physical, spiritual and mental well-being but they are also under threat and, in our busy lives, we can take for granted the true beauty and importance of what is above, below and all around us. Welcome Events Blog Posts What Makes the Lake District a World Class Attraction? Perspective: Health and Wellbeing Luke Collyer: Owner, De Wolf – Bushcraft . Wellbeing . Medical . Expedition. “What makes the Lake District a World Class Attraction?” Mountain Therapy I collapse to the ground and lean back against the trig-point atop the small hill of Brunt Knott. My body is awash with sweat from the short walk up. Working in a city has taken its toll on my fitness. Sitting back, I take in the views of the Kentmere valley and the surrounding Lake District. The sun beats brightly above me. A gentle breeze blows across my face, and Skylarks singing above mark the only break in the mountain silence. I breath in deeply. The air is fresh and clean. Sitting in this joyous solitude I can feel tears falling freely down my cheeks. Another memory has broken the peace and invaded my mind. I close my eyes, but the black canvas of my eyelids only acts as a projector screen and enhances the images … …….. “Am I going to die?!” My patient’s eyes pleaded with me, their pupils wide with fear. “Not on my shift!” I quipped back, striking a mockingly serious pose. The security guards standing over my patient chuckled out loud. This broke the surrounding tension and I smiled down at my patient expecting the same back. I would often use this practice, together with a heroic pose, if a patient uttered these or similar words. It would instantly bring calm and allow them to see that everything was under control and not as serious as they first perceived. A large part of being a paramedic is bringing an image of calmness that convinces the patient, and those around, that everything is going to be fine. My patient had been out shopping when he’d collapsed outside a busy shopping centre. I was working as a solo paramedic at the time, and as such, was first on scene. My patient stared back at me, pupils growing wider, their colour draining. Within seconds of uttering my life saving mantra, my patient had become unresponsive. Then they stopped breathing. Then they went into cardiac arrest. Then they died. And nothing I, nor anyone else did, changed that outcome. This, however, was not a particularly “bad job” in the grand scheme of being a Paramedic. This sort of thing happens all the time – of sorts. But it was affecting me. I was having increasing flash backs of every job where I was questioning my decisions, and it was changing my life. I would constantly go over and over a job trying to change the images of what had happened, to change it to something that should have happened. Over and over it would go, round and round in my mind. And I couldn’t shake it. Ever. And I would always lose. I would always end up back at the conclusion that I’d messed up. And it was getting worse. I was also having nightmares more and more, going over the same decisions again and again. But in my dreams the images and scenarios were accentuated and often exaggerated. And this would always happen as I was just drifting off. I was becoming short tempered. I was drinking more. I would even randomly burst into tears in public places! I was losing interest in all the activities I loved – like climbing and walking. My concentration on simple matters was waning and as such, perpetuating the mistakes I would make at work. And as such, the whole thing repeated again and again. Somewhere along the line I’d clearly missed the signs. I didn’t realise at the time, but something was clearly wrong. Apparently, we never do. We just get on with it and convince ourselves it’s all just “part of the job”. However, I’m not as strong as my fellow colleagues, who have seen and done a lot more than me, and I couldn’t stop this cascading process collapsing on and around me. So, two years ago, I made the decision to leave London and move to the Lake District. And, ironically, it was only once I left that I started realising and accepting that something was wrong. I eventually left full time Ambulance work and am currently Bank Paramedic staff. I maintained my London Ambulance Service Bank contract for a while but only worked the minimum required. And even then, every time I was due to work it would feel ten times worse than the feeling I’d get when going back to school. So, eventually, I dropped the London Ambulance Service Bank contract and am just Bank Paramedic up here now – doing Paramedic “Practitioner” type work in Walk-In Centres and Urgent Care Centres to keep the money up. However, in the time that has slowly crept by whilst living here, I have felt the dark heavy shackles, the dirt and the grime, the anger and the guilt, gradually and progressively fall away… …….. I open my eyes. The tears have stopped. The sun still beats down and the Skylarks continue to sing. The air is still fresh. The image and memory are gone now, and I smile. The mountains have rescued my mind again. I slowly and stiffly stand up and begin the long late afternoon walk back down. I have lived here for two years now and the bad memories are coming back less often now. And I no longer seem to have nightmares. My mind is more and more focussed, and I can feel my strength and happiness of yesteryear returning. More importantly, I feel the increasing desire to return and work as a front-line Paramedic. The Lake District provides a magical mountain therapy for those who come here. And the more time I spend in the mountains the stronger I become.