mental-health
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A Personal Threshold, A Public Reckoning On the 15th of October, I crossed a threshold I never saw coming. I was rushed to Accident & Emergency at St Mary’s Hospital, London, with an unsustainable heart rate—later diagnosed as high atrial fibrillation (AF). My body was in crisis. My heart, volatile beyond measure. And yet, what
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“Necessity might be the mother of invention, but it was grief, erosion, and silence that shaped me into an architect. I didn’t choose to build—I had to“ I didn’t enter finance to chase wealth. I entered by accident. I wanted to be a scientist. I was drawn to inquiry, to the elegance of cause and
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“We are losing our children—not to war, but to hopelessness. Every stolen phone, every broken window, every life lost to a knife is a cry for help. Let us not turn away. Let us turn up. Let us build a London where every youth is LIFE READY, armed not with weapons, but with wisdom, skills,