There was an additional aspect: I still wanted to be thin and delicate and airy and beautiful, and playing the harp fitted right in with that aesthetic.

I want to be more open to other viewpoints, ways of working and speeds of achievement. I don’t know everything and need others to help me see a broader perspective of the industry.

In this marathon, my cello has become my trusty pacemaker and I am so grateful to have it along for the journey.

Reflections on anorexia by Jack Campbell

Often when I speak to an audience, I like to leave them with the invitation to ‘choreograph’ their life, one intentional and courageous choice at a time.

Few performing arts have a connection with royalty as intense as the one portrayed by classical music. The forced-mourning has revealed in microcosm the difficulties of speaking out about injustice, as those without connection, photos and emotion are forced to stay silent.

The job that was meant to be for 2020 only to cover the gap but somehow has still been a necessity. This means I and many others are still questioning whether we are ‘true musicians’ and what the future holds for our profession.

Using negative language about or towards yourself in any capacity - especially regarding your skills as a musician - can be damaging. This is because, at the same time as being really complicated, the human brain is very simple; if you tell it something often enough, it will start to believe it.

London wasn’t built for people like me, but I am starting to build my own London, often through the unknown places, making the most of quiet times of day. Here’s a small collection of those places I have found give me some peace within this wild city, presented as a quiet morning alone!

The more I obsessed, the more convinced I became that I was losing my mind. I stopped eating, sleeping, smiling or laughing anymore. I felt so ashamed, telling myself over and over that I was sure it would be easier if I actually was mad. I couldn’t believe the agony I was in could be ‘just anxiety’ or ‘just OCD’ because the power my mind and fears had over me was terrifying.

History is often viewed through a romantic lens and I think it is this same viewpoint from which we see past composers with mental illness. But for me, to understand what it is to suffer mental illness and recover is a privilege allowed by the miracles of science and reduction in stigma. This is a reality that composers and performers didn’t experience until very recently.

Musicians owe those who come to see them the best they can give at that time – their thought, their care, their artistry. And we ask only for thoughtfulness in return. Anything is better than criticism without thought.

People would ask me what kind of musician I wanted to be five years ago and it would always be the same confused answer. ‘Most musicians have to do a bit of everything’. I never liked this. It felt like a lot of practice to end up doing very little of what I was being trained for.

“You’ve summoned the self-belief to actually muster a few thoughts of “I might be in for a chance here. This would suit me perfectly.” and then you’re seemingly told that “no, you’re not right for this at all.”

TW: OCD and depression

People really want to talk now and I get annoyed when they ask me about my life or plans for the future. I can’t believe a future exists really. I can’t believe anyone could ever be positive about anything much.

The internal let down is big when we see people’s successes. When someone succeeds, I feel I am being personally attacked by my ego for not achieving a similar status. I am a small child begging for attention and recognition within a profession that gives it rarely.

It’s not always the right time to share an internal struggle, but we should be able to make that choice

We speak of degrees, arts, careers and intelligence going to waste in search of anything else. Those that mourn our decisions to let go misunderstand. We are allowed to push and achieve and then move on. I really believe that nothing is wasted in art.

TW: Self-harm

I censor myself so that I don’t get let down. I am so sure of being unpalatable that I can’t speak about my addiction easily or as freely as I speak about my OCD.