The U.K. is honestly the worst place on earth if you are physically ill.. unless it's obvious from the outside you get no help at all, no investigations, nothing. Everything moves at a snails pace. People are literally dying now from missed appointments for their cancer treatments. And there really is no private healthcare system if you want to pay for treatment because a lot of the private doctors are forced to work publicly in the nhs... which is a MESS no matter what people try to say. So the waiting lists are years long.
and the weather is shit. Midsummer and I haven't seen the sun for 3 weeks. It's gloomy and depressing. It's cold. There are no distinct seasons it's either cloudy or raining or both the whole year..
The people are miserable and rude and FAT. I include myself in this. But I am miserable and rude and fat because I am physically ill and I live in the U.K.!! Not to mention so many people are ignorant.
Our infrastructure is terrible for a first world country!! Especially our road system it's shocking the state of it.
I feel like I could write a book on how shit The U.K. is...
I wholeheartedly agree with all of this. The snail's pace is just as true of mental illness. I've waited years upon years for help, been ignored and forgotten or fobbed off with useless pills. It took forever to get any diagnoses, and even longer to get autism tested. Because it took so long to get diagnosed, I was inappropriately treated and suffered even more. There is no real help, even the few behavioural courses available have long waiting lists and are infantilising when you do undertake them. Forget about getting counselling when you desperately need it and are in crisis.
We Brits love to moan about the weather. I suffer SAD. Winters are a drawn out, excruciating nightmare for me. I can't begin to describe how truly awful it is to go through six months of wintery conditions every year, dreading it coming again and again. Cold, wet, windy, dark at 3pm, grey, bleak, lifeless. I can't cope at all. I wish so much that I could hibernate through it. The climate is so damp and damaging, we have some of the worst rates of asthma, arthritis, lack of vit D and other conditions.
The sullen, miserable, sick, fat people go to show just how unhealthy of a place this is to live. So many turn to damaging habits to cope. When I've visited other countries and seen smiles, politeness, enthusiasm, it has lifted my spirits and helped me come out of the sullen shell Britain has encouraged me into. I studied in the USA, in an educated college town, and I despaired of coming back to the UK. It's so... desolate and impoverished.
For a first world country, we have some of the worst quality of life, addiction and substance misuse, suicides, life expectancy, lifestyle diseases and inequality. I'm deeply ashamed and furious at our excuse of a government.
The only time I feel any better is when I go abroad to Europe for a holiday. It's like the clouds part and I see what life should be like. Then I have to come home to this bleakness and it crushes me.