Boxing Day, 2021. On the brink of drifting into the annual food-coma, my mind wandered and, reflecting upon the past few days, I realised something incredible: I had enjoyed myself.This was a revelation not due to any issues with hanging out with my family (promise, Mum), but because it had been years since I’d felt genuine joy and I had got to the point where I’d given up hope of ever being able to.
In fact, I had pretty much given up altogether.It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when my mental health began to deteriorate or assign a cause.
Everybody’s depression is different – from root to manifestation – and I do count myself fortunate to have not suffered a significant trauma to trigger mine.
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