Heading in the door after a long day at work, I collapsed onto the sofa.
Working in recruitment, I sat at a desk all day – but still, by the time I got home, I was exhausted.
I barely had the energy to shove a ready meal in the microwave, never mind cook something healthy and nourishing, or go out with friends.
In my early 20s, I should have been out having fun and living life to the full.
Surely this isn’t normal, I thought.
But I’d been like it ever since I was a teen.