ABSTRACT
Looking back I would say it was mid- to late-2016 that the symptoms started to appear, although at the time I didn’t put them together. I grew increasingly tired and started to lose weight but put it down to the eco-retrofit I was doing on our house at the time. Early mornings and late nights took the blame. By Christmas I was admitting to my family that I thought I was suffering from depression, something that really scared me as I’d never had it before. The only good thing about this was that I started building a team around me, something that was to stand me in good stead later on. I found a wonderful homeopath, who I still see, went to one meeting with a psychotherapist, which I’d never done before, and invested in some books about this mystery world of depression.
