![]() ![]() The weirdest thing about a mind is that you can have the most intense things going on in there but no one else can see them. ![]() A cloud that was now breaking and raining down on me. I had put off being an adult for as long as I could, and it had loomed like a cloud. After six years of student life and summer jobs. Within a fortnight, I would have to return to London, and reality. ![]() I was living in Spain – in one of the more sedate and beautiful corners of the island of Ibiza. So I suppose there had been a family history, but it hadn’t been a history I’d thought about much.Īnyway, I was 24. Until that point I’d had no real understanding or awareness of depression, except that I knew my mum had suffered from it for a little while after I was born, and that my great-grandmother on my father’s side had ended up killing himself. ![]()
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