In the winter of 2019 everything seemed okay. A good group of friends around me, I was coming to the end of my time at university and outwardly nothing seemed to be wrong. But as is often the case, what was seen on the outside did not match the internal reality.
I was struggling silently, anxious about university, stressed about what was going on around me and falling into a spiral of depression. It had probably been going on for months, but a lack of understanding about what I was experiencing, combined with a fear of talking openly, meant I continued to keep it to myself.
Then one day I just broke down following a panic attack. It felt like a real turning point. I spoke to my parents who urged me to call the GP and try to get some professional help. That first appointment was easy enough. I managed to see a GP relatively quickly, and they were nice and kind, but that’s as far is it went.
