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If you are looking for ways to make sense of your own mental health experiences, this site is for you. It is also for friends and family, for community workers, mental health professionals, communities, organisations and for the mental health sector as a whole.

The information on this website takes the perspective that what is often called ‘mental illness’ can in fact be a meaningful, creative and very human response to emotional problems, adversity and trauma. This perspective will not feel right for everyone. My hope is that it helps to address the gaps that exist in most publicly available information about mental health – which continues to be based on an overwhelmingly biochemical paradigm of illness.
While today I am employed as a mental health professional myself, I have also survived many years of madness. I’ve had nine different diagnoses of mental illness, and many hospitalisations and involuntary treatments. I’ve lived on the pension, experienced exclusion and isolation. I also have a lived experience of childhood trauma.
The most important gift that I received after years of madness and distress was learning. This was gifted to me by many extraordinary people, and ultimately, it was a gift that I began to give to myself. This was the key to my recovery. In the spirit of ‘paying it forward’, I aim to share what I have learned with anyone who would like to use it – and this website is my vehicle.
When it comes to mental health, far too often we do harm instead of good. As a community, as a mental health sector, as individuals, we could be so much more. My dream is of a mental health system that is equitable, just, effective, diverse, inclusive, respectful and empowering. Where we never do harm. Where we are able to acknowledge and address what is too often unspeakable pain and suffering. Where we are truthful and compassionate. And where people with lived experience of madness are just as valued and influential as every other form of expertise.
I hope you find the site useful. And if you do, please pass it on to others.

Madness need not be all breakdown.
It may also be

RD Laing

What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?



Indigo Daya is a Melbourne-based mental health consumer leader, advocate, expert in peer work, trauma and recovery, and organisational change agent.


I am a ‘recovery expert by experience’. After years of life as a revolving door psychiatric patient – heavily medicated, unemployed and without hope – I finally found a therapist and a keyworker who saw my potential rather than my limitations – from here the real recovery work began. I was slowly able to learn coping skills, and rejoin the world. I call this my ‘social recovery’.

My deepest recovery, what I call my ‘personal recovery’, came more years down the track, and were drawn from peer support, consumer-informed approaches and trauma informed practice. This was when I was able to make sense of madness, and draw connections with past trauma. This was when I discovered that I could have a life to cherish.

Life has taught me that hope is never unrealistic.

Current positions

I currently work at MI Fellowship in Victoria, Australia, as General Manager for Consumer and Carer Advocacy and Leadership. This is an exciting role and an opportunity to influence systemic change across mental health. I have great respect for MI Fellowship in creating an executive level position for a consumer – it is putting their money where their mouth is when it comes to genuinely supporting lived experience. Read my thoughts about the new role published on the Mental Health Australia website.

I also hold the role of Adjunct Research Fellow at Swinburne University, and am a Director on the Board of Prahran Mission Uniting Care.


I have extensive experience within mental health as a facilitator, keyworker, arts program coordinator, peer worker, activist, advocate, writer and manager. I’m also a qualified trainer, have spoken at conference across Australia and overseas, and have almost 9 years of experience in the corporate sector in project management, human resources and marketing.

I have a PhD in Madness (from the university of life) in addition to my more traditional qualifications of a Bachelor of Business, Diploma of Management and Certificate IV in Workplace Training and Assessment. I’ve completed five units in psychology as well, but decided I would rather participate in the brilliant emerging peer work profession than live as a disgruntled psychologist.

Acknowledgements & Awards

Awarded “Maddest Person of the Year” by Intervoice, the International Hearing Voices Network (2013)

Sane Stigmawatch Good News Report Nomination for interview with Red Symons on ABC Radio 774 (2012)

Voices Vic awarded Gold Achievement Award in the Consumer Delivered Services category (2012)

Voices Vic was a finalist in the Victorian Health Services Achievement Awards (2010)

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Read more about my professional experience on LinkedIn

Madness, Mayhem and Transformation.

My Recovery Story (the short version)

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This is my recovery story. I am working on a longer version, and I suspect it will keep evolving over time because recovery never really ends. But I hope this gives you a sense of where I come from. During my story I talk about the factors that contributed to my recovery, and also those things that got in the way.

Please note that parts of this story may be triggering for some people – I mention both trauma and self-harm (but not in explicit detail).


So if they didn’t ask, I certainly wasn’t going to speak up about the neglect and violence in my early childhood, or the bullying at school, and certainly not about my most shameful experience of abduction and rape at the age of 13. I was just mad, that’s all, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

While today I enjoy a wonderful career working in mental health, I have also been an ‘on again, off again’ consumer of mental health services since 1999.

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Graduating from my Diploma of Management (aged 26)

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Putting on a happy face, but thinking about suicide (aged 27)

Before my madness was officially diagnosed, I spent my twenties working in the corporate sector, as a successful young high flyer who ‘got things done’. But on the inside I was utterly miserable, for years. What I like to call ‘functionally fucked up’.

I quit the big time and went off to art school, literally looking for inner peace, but within three months I was locked up in a psychiatric ward. Time for creative contemplation did not reveal what I had been hoping for.

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Me during the mad years (age approx 32)

Over the years I’ve received eight different diagnoses: schizophrenia, depression, schizo-affective disorder, borderline, anxiety, bipolar, depression with psychotic features and most recently Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). I’ve also experienced about ten major hospitalisations, years of heavy medication, and many involuntary treatments including Electro-Convulsive Therapy (ECT).

For a long time I eked out a survival on the disability pension, sedated to the eyeballs and really believing that I would never recover. I developed an ‘olanzapine’ belly, stopped showering regularly, and gave up.

For years I believed the bio-medical view that I had a chemical imbalance in my brain, along with damaged genetics (my mother and brother both had mental health issues as well). No-one in psychiatry ever thought to look for some meaning behind my madness, and so I believed there was none. Unfortunately this left me a helpless victim of my chemistry and the mental health system – after all, what did I know about brain chemistry?

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Trying hard to be a responsible little girl (age 10)

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The photo used by police looking for me when I ran away from home (age 13)

At times I hoped that someone might take an interest in my childhood, and I wondered occasionally if it might be relevant to my madness and pain. But I trusted the doctors. So if they didn’t ask, I certainly wasn’t going to speak up about the neglect and violence in my early childhood, or the bullying at school, and certainly not about my most shameful experience of abduction and rape at the age of 13, after I ran away from home. I was just mad, that’s all, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

Despite all this, I have made progress along a recovery journey. Actually I prefer the word ‘transformation’ to ‘recovery’. To me, recovery implies getting back something I’ve lost, and I really don’t want to get my past back. I’ve been there, and it sucked. It’s why I went mad. I want to learn from my past and use it to transform my life into something new and better. But I do use the word recovery or no one knows what I’m talking about.

I am still living this process of transformation. I think it’s a lifelong journey, not a station you arrive at. But I would break up my transformation so far (or recovery if you must) into the stages below. Some of these stages overlap, and most of them I have to revisit from time to time. In describing these stages, I have done my best to briefly reflect on what really helped me to transform my life, and what got in the way.


Accepting ownership and responsibility, reclaiming an identity

  • Workers telling me that I was responsible for my own recovery, that no one could do it for me, and that there was no magic pill.

By this I don’t mean we should go and tell people to ‘buckle up and take responsibility for their crap lives’, or to ‘get over it’. This is not helpful, it’s mean, and when people said this kind of stuff to me I wanted to punch them. What I mean is providing services in empowering ways, not creating dependencies, and workers not thinking they should have the answers (because you can’t, they’re hiding inside of us).

  • Being asked what kind of support and treatment I wanted, having my options properly explained to me, and my choices respected.
  • Taking on the responsibility for making choices and doing recovery work (well, not all the time, but a lot).

And by the way, I didn’t wake up one morning and decide to simply become responsible for my recovery. It was very slow and gradual process, and it was painful and difficult. I needed guidance, role models, skills and support.

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Being a keyworker brought incredible meaning to my life – for the first time. It was my own keyworker, Kaz Mitchell, who pushed me find this dream, and then helped me in a myriad of practical ways to make it a reality.

  • Being encouraged, even pushed, to dream a future for myself (“Thank you Kaz – you are amazing!”).
  • Once I had found a dream, having it validated and encouraged and supported to become real – and not being told it was ‘unrealistic’.

Workers must believe in us and in our potential. And if you can’t, please find a new career because your attitudes are doing us harm.

  • Getting a job – someone taking a chance on me, and providing some extra supports to make it work.


Learning and using coping skills

  • Learning about how emotions work, and that there are lots of things I can do about them and with them.
  • Learning many, many, many different coping skills, and being supported to practice them in my life.
  • Workers being willing to practice coping strategies with me, and being honest when they found it hard too.

When workers are willing to join us for part of the journey, and let down some of the unnecessary boundaries, it forms a powerful learning connection. As workers you can be great role models for us, and coaches and mentors, too. And we like to know that you’re not perfect and that you also feel pain and confusion sometimes – this helps us to trust you, and know that you are speaking to us as fellow human beings.

  • Being reminded that learning an emotional coping skill is much, much harder than learning to ride a bike – so we gotta stick at it, and get back on when we fall off.

Learning about mindfulness and acceptance really shifted my views in powerful ways (although for a while I fought against this way of thinking with all I had).

I offer a caution about coping strategies. Once I had developed a bloody good set of them, most people decided I was recovered, including me. And I guess by many measures I was: I was working, studying, living independently, not using psych services, off medications. ‘Hunky dory’ (on the surface). Coping skills are GREAT. But used alone, they never helped me deal with WHY I had gone mad in the first place. They just taught me how to ‘hang on’, in socially acceptable ways. Do not stop at this step, or you’ll never get to see the wonderful views at the top of the stairs.


Caring for others, and others caring for me

  • Friends and family who stayed the distance with me. Communities of peers who ‘got me’.

I lost a few friends along the way, I guess it’s inevitable and I don’t blame them; I gave up on a few friendships myself. But having people around who care makes all the difference. This is why social activities in recovery services are so important: because many people have no-one, and as humans we need to be part of a tribe.

I worry that with the increase in outreach services replacing centre-based services, and with so many drop-in centres closing down, that we will lose many important communities and connections which are absolutely vital to recovery. I really don’t believe that recovery can happen without human connection (and connection doesn’t mean just having lots of workers).

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Being able to take my Mum to an alpaca farm during her final months was a gift for both of us.

  • Caring for my Mum in her final months, and getting a new perspective on life.
  • Being told how my pain was affecting others, and taking responsibility for that

I’m aware that some may find this idea controversial. But for me, when friends and family expressed anger with me (in assertive, respectful ways), for attempting suicide for example, I felt incredibly guilty. And while guilt is not nice, and my pain wasn’t my fault, and suicide, at the time, was the only choice I could think of, the guilt was still appropriate because my actions had caused pain to people I love. Their anger helped to hold me in other times of crisis because I didn’t want to hurt them again. It helped to keep me safe. We need to speak the truth.


Getting a life worth living – my magnificent obsession

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I am deeply passionate about my work in mental health.

  • Doing things that make my heart sing.
  • Taking on missions to change the world (well, the mental health system anyway), and going for it.

Let’s be clear: I am not a role model for a healthy work-life balance. I work far too much, and far too intensely. This impacts on my mental health sometimes, and my physical health often. And this is something I want to work on shifting over time.
But even though my life balance is crap, I do benefit enormously by my life having such meaning. I am passionate about the work I do, care deeply about systemic mental health reform and supporting individuals through their journeys. And, to be honest, I simply don’t have time for a breakdown now, there is too much to do!

  • Surrounding myself with others who have similar dreams, and learning from those who have come before me.


Understanding the reasons behind my madness

  • Discovering that madness has meaning, and finding support to make sense of my own life

This has not been easy to find as our current mental health system is still dominated by bio-medical perspectives that view madness as essentially meaningless. It isn’t. And the search for meaning was imperative for my deeper recovery work.

  • Having space to go a bit potty from time to time, because it’s part of the journey and it has value. I like to think I’m diverse and eccentric. My colleagues, friends and family may have different opinions, but they can go and write their own blasted stories.


Addressing past trauma and shame

  • Finding the words and speaking about my difficult experiences of neglect and violence, bullying, abduction and rape.
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My Mum remarries, one year before I run away from home. At this age I was being bullied, and experiencing huge upheavals at home (age 12).

There are reasons why we go mad, and trauma, adversity, life difficulties, whatever you want to call it, play a big part. No one ever seems to want to talk about trauma, it’s the elephant in the psych ward. Not talking may make the system feel more comfortable about risk. But it doesn’t help us.

  • Unravelling the shame from my past, and learning to find intellectual and emotional innocence. This included learning about perpetrator behaviour, grooming, Stockholm syndrome, self-blame and shame, and ways in which our bodies can respond to trauma.

While my therapist and sexual assault counsellor were wonderful, I really have to thank my peers for helping me navigate the deeper and darker parts of this journey. Peter Bullimore, Ron Coleman, Karen Taylor (well she says she’s sane, but that’s bull), Rufus May and Jacqui Dillon in particular. They helped me to understand what I felt, to really unravel it, and to make sense of it so that my mind didn’t have to beat me up for it any more. Workers are great, no argument, but peer workers bring something truly special to the recovery space.

  • Letting others witness my shame as a path to healing.

It astounds me how simple, yet how powerful, this experience of telling my story has been. It is a great gift of the consumer movement that we continue to create spaces for story-telling and empathic listening. But anyone can listen with empathy. Please do.

  • Getting specialised counselling, and connecting with peers who have been there and understand.


What about diagnoses and medications?

You may notice that I haven’t included in my story anything about the benefits of getting a diagnosis or finding the right medication. These things were not pivotal in my recovery, and sometimes they actually stood in the way of recovery.

I am not a big fan of diagnoses for a variety of reasons, but particularly because they limit our understanding of distress, and they limit our potential as human beings.

When I was first diagnosed I was grateful and relieved, and this is common – but one of two things will tend to happen over time. Either we will embrace the diagnosis and it will become our identity (which I did for a while), or we will reject it and become relabelled as ‘non-compliant’ (which I did much more). I began to transform once I moved beyond my diagnoses, not because of them.
These views are part of why I don’t really believe in mental illness, but I do believe in ‘Mental, Emotional, Social and Spiritual’ (M.E.S.S.) distress. And it is MESSy. That’s what life is. And recovery is like that, too.

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I put on over 50 kilos after I was prescribed olanzapine (an antipsychotic medication)

I have overcome some of my earlier very angry anti-medication views, but I still have concerns about the ways in which medication is used. These are my main views and concerns about medication and ECT:

  • Medication and crisis: I believe medication was useful for me in times of crisis, when it was voluntary, and when it was used to get me stable enough to do the talking therapies that I needed.

  • Involuntary medication: I have a history of violent and coercive trauma, so forced medication, and even worse, forced ECT, has never had a positive healing effect for me. What it did do was increase my fear, anger, flashbacks and sense of powerlessness. It decreased my honesty with clinicians, and decreased the likelihood of me seeking help in a crisis.

  • Temporary use of medication: Since my transformation process began, I have used medication for short periods of up to a year at most, to get stable enough to do the talking therapies that I need to resolve the real problems. Sometimes medication in the short term is also really valuable for me to get back into normal sleep rhythms. Then I come off them (slowly and with support).

  • Excessive medication: I am not a fan of medicating people to the point that they are emotionally numb or cognitively impaired (except for very short periods of time during crises). Excessive medication inhibits learning and growth and so is, to my way of thinking, taking people further away from recovery, not towards it. For years I felt like a ‘zyprexa zombie’, and to be completely honest, it breaks my heart every time I see another of my fellow consumers with that ‘dead’ look in their overly medicated eyes. This is not recovery oriented treatment.

  • Informed consent:I believe that consent should be mandatory for treatment, although not necessarily for periods of safe, respectful confinement (if, and only if, we are at serious risk). Real consent means you have to give us lots of information, about all the potential benefits and risks, and make sure we understand you. This does not mean just giving us a brochure or telling us to look up the internet. It means serious dialogue and sometimes creativity in communication.

  • Real choices: I am a big fan of treatment choices. And this means more than being asked if you would like Olanzapine or Largactil (incidentally that’s a really crappy choice: ‘would you rather get fat or start lactating???’). It means having open, multi-directional dialogues about different talking therapy modalities, peer support, occupational therapy, trauma counselling, and any other supports which may fit with the individual’s personal belief and cultural systems.

  • Physical health: When we’re told about medication options, it means being upfront about all the side effects and being proactive with treatments to minimise those same side effects. We have a right to good physical health.

On that subject, I heard of a clozapine coordinator nurse who recently told a community group that ‘people with schizophrenia should expect to have a shorter life expectancy’. I think she should expect to get another job. I do not want people with these views in our mental health system.

Transformation from mental, emotional, social and spiritual distress is complicated, and individual. I do not claim to have all the answers, or even any at all, really. But I enjoy having the chance to get my opinions out there for comment and debate. I know what has worked for me. I’ve read some stuff. I’ve thought about it all a lot. I have also witnessed other people’s recovery, and I have learnt from these as well. But I guess, really, each person must find their own way through their tangle of suffering, and the answers are probably different for each of us.



It is really important to me to acknowledge the many people without whom I would not be here today. You might read this story and think how clever I’ve been. But I haven’t. I have had amazing luck in meeting some brilliant peers and workers, and been blessed with good friends and family. Yes, I have had to do a lot of work – but these people have guided me in my transformative journey, and I love them all. I am also well aware that I have been blessed in having access to so many wonderful people – not everyone is this lucky.

Chelsie and family, who stuck by me with love, hugs, meals and occasional emergency cleaning missions, and who ‘told it to me like I needed to hear it’.

My Mum, who once said that she prayed to God to give her my pain. My mum was a complete bloody nutter, and yes, she did contribute to some of my distress. But she also loved me fiercely, and I loved her back.

Kaz, once my keyworker, then my team leader, then my manager, and now my dear friend – who believed in me, pushed me to dream, and supported me to achieve those dreams.

Catherine, a therapist who was an absolute master of perfectly balanced ‘tough love’.

Jeff, another great therapist who stuck by me for years, and supported me to both shape my dreamed identity, realise my new life, and finally, open the doors on the past.

Marion, a sexual assault counsellor who helped me to begin to understand that it wasn’t my fault, and to understand that I can love someone while still not being OK with their behaviour.

Krishna, my old manager, who was brave enough to give me a job, and who taught me to not be scared of telling the truth.

My many friends who have stuck by me over some very difficult years, and those who have joined along the way. Particularly Sandy and Angela, Kim, Kath, Marcy, Kaz and Helen, Neville and Johanna, Sandi and Janet.

Peter Bullimore, who convinced me tell the shameful, scary bits of my story in public, and taught me the healing power of storytelling and empathetic witnessing.

Jacqui Dillon, who helped me see that I wasn’t alone, that survival means strength, and that there is no scale to pain – just pain.

Ron and Karen, who have taught me about emotional innocence, finding meaning in the madness, and continue to push me to stretch myself (even though mostly I tell them to ‘sod off’).

Rufus May, a gentle guru, who sat with me for two hours in a psych ward right after getting off a flight from London to Melbourne, and who showed me that ‘the judge’ (a terrifying internal voice) was actually on my side.

Shredder, Buffy and Angus, three small critters who stuck by me with four-legged love. Pets are the best therapists ever.

Download printable version of Indigo’s recovery story


  1. Hi! I am in the US (Michigan). We are in the process of developing a lot of groups. Oryx Cohen and Will Hall came to our state and trained 26 Peer Support Specialists in HVN group facilitation. My friend Rosie and I have been giving talks about the history, philosophy and practices of HVN. You can see the number of talks I’ve done on the website I created. I am also doing talks at service organizations (Rotary, Lions Club, Knights of Columbus) about the stigma of mi. My recovery is due to 3 serendipitous encounters with Ron Coleman. I usually give my story and then Rosie does the power point part of our presentation. Rosie has encountered some difficulties and can no longer work with me. I am not qualified to teach. I don’t have a degree in anything. I am not a certified PSS. I was the director of a library {with only 4 years of college and 14 years of experience and a professional storyteller {crowds don’t bother me} but I have no degree in anything {can’t pass math or science} but I have taken every Psych and Soc class available. Am I qualified to be doing these trainings? I read that you’ve been in charge of peers. So I think you are the best person to ask. Thank you for your time. I am so impressed with your website and your story. I really identify with you in many ways. Including my label. I read your story to our Stigma Busters group today at my psychosocial rehab center. It was so perfect. I have started 2 groups I facilitate 1. Even facilitating feels inappropriate to me. I love it though. We are there to support and love each other. It’s great! But am I overstepping my bounds? Take care, I look forward to hearing from you.

    • Hi Mary,

      Thanks so much for commenting – and it sounds like HVN Michigan is doing fantastic work! A few things I have to say to you:

      1. You are ABSOLUTELY qualified to be doing this work. Our most important expertise as peer workers comes from our lived experience, and our most important skill is our passion. Sounds to me like you have both in great quantities. Of course we can always build on our skills, but it sounds to me like you are very open to learning as you work.
      2. It also sounds to me like you have lots of qualifications anyway! :) I know plenty of people doing work like you who dropped out of high school. Why are we always so much harder on ourselves than we are on others? *wry grin* (I do this to myself as well)
      3. Nevertheless, it’s always nicer for us and our audiences when there are a few of us, so keep your eyes open for people in groups who might be willing to join you in giving talks. It might take a while but if you’re persistent then you’ll find the right people in time.
      4. Remember that you’re not alone – there are hundreds if not thousands of us all over the world doing this work!
      5. If you worry about facilitating then why not ask your group how they feel about your style, and for honest but kind feedback on how you can improve? I always advise facilitators that whenever they are unsure, then ask the group. Remember that with peer work we have different boundaries, and it’s more than OK to be vulnerable and to ask for help from the people we are supporting. It can actually be really empowering.
      6. I’ll be adding more resources to this site over time for peer workers, educators and facilitators so stay tuned. I’ll be running training as well, but it’s probably a bit hard to get to Melbourne! Give me time though, and I also hope to get some online training onto the site that people can access from anywhere.

      Ron has made huge contributions to my own recovery, so I hear you. Hang in there Mary, and stay in touch! :)

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