From the moment that Boo was born, something wasn’t right. But it took me two months to work that out.
Depression is canny; it’s clever and wise and downright evil. It knows how to get you right where it wants you before you can even notice that anything’s wrong. This is huge problem number one: Depression is sneaky. It will sneak up on you. It will be weeks, months maybe, before you suddenly realise that even though you thought you were playing on the beach with everyone else, you are in fact stranded on a tiny island miles out at sea. Continue reading