In reply to Eeyore:
My brother once somehow wangled me out of Macclesfield Mental Hospital for a days climbing (to Windgather I think). Despite (me) being medicated to the eyeballs we had a really good day. I was dropped back off at the unit afterwards but it was a turning point. It reminded me of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest when Randal takes his fellow patients for an unscheduled sea fishing trip. Mental illness can affect anybody and the treatment can still be fairly barbaric even today (over reliance on tranquillizers and institutionalisation). It doesn't hurt to feel the wind in your hair and the air beneath your feet.