I want to tell you a story. It started with a sick girl. She had a stomach ache for years. She tried anything she could think of in terms of special diets. It made a different but never treated the cause.
This girl had a panic attack in the school canteen. No big deal.
This girl went travelling. Maybe things would be better away from home. But not really. New faces, new structures, new challenges. She stopped eating.
This girl came home. She was exhausted – and thin. No big deal.
She started working. Still thin. Her days went on like in a mist. Unclear. Everyone saw something was wrong.
That was my first depression. I share it with you because I have never said it out loud to anyone. I have never said how sick I was when I was 18.
Thanks for listening. Over and out.