ON THE DAY of The Correspondent’s launch in September 2019, a reader who identified as manic-psychotic sent me an angry note. ‘I’m insulted by your use of the word sanity without even a mention of psychosis,’ he wrote. ‘Is this a joke? Is this supposed to be cute? Call yourself the mental health correspondent. Not the sanity correspondent.’

Here’s the thing. I don’t like the term mental health. I believe mental health has been hopelessly corrupted by big pharma, wellness snake-oil sellers and motivational Instagrammers. I like sanity because sanity is free from these associations.