I have depression. That isn’t something I’ve ever shied away from admitting, necessarily, but it’s also never really been something I’ve talked about publicly, either. It does feel somewhat cathartic to say aloud, though: I have depression. More accurately, I have depression and anxiety. Even more accurately, I have had depression and anxiety, in various forms and guises, for the better part of seven years, or roughly since I was around 15 and studying for my GCSEs. Nowadays, I’m 22, and I am still depressed. Like many people who suffer from depression, I kept it to myself at first, mostly … Continue reading Taking a stand against my depression