Here comes Mr Perfect,’ my best mate Sam teased me. ‘Got the lot – lovely girlfriend, nice clothes.’
‘Yes, that’s me,’ I laughed.
If he only knew the truth, I thought.
Ever since I was young, there’d been times where darkness would descend and I’d be tormented by depression and anxiety.
At just 10 years old, I even had suicidal thoughts.
Ashamed, and with no idea how to talk about my depression, I hid it.
Once I’d told a mate after a few drinks. He didn’t know how to help, so walked awkwardly away.
After the loss of my father Tony, aged 52,
