Here’s the thing: for me, anxiety and depression is not sadness.

It’s not having a bad day and needing a hug, for me depression is a sense of isolation and loneliness. It’s all-consuming, and it shut down my mental circuit board for so long. I felt worthless, like I had nothing to offer, like I was a failure.

For so long I felt alone and trapped, almost like I was drowning trying to catch every last breath.

For me personally speaking to my GP or getting therapy was useless, how can someone who hasn’t suffered know what it was like/ is like. Physically and mentally being unable to find the energy to get out of bed in the morning. Not wanting to open the curtains to see what a new day would bring.

Why even bother!? This was a question I would ask myself pretty much every day for months.

Then it…

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