One night I have to go the Hospital.
The tests come back, and the Doctor tells me they are clear. I can go home. I step out, into the night, and know I am going home to a hot bath, my book. I will be OK.
Things like this happen to me. I am rarely ill. If I do become ill, I benefit from medical intervention.
It is almost as though my body heals itself.
I am strong for a girl. I can carry sacks of sand, work ten hour days if I need to.
It is different story for my mental health. I try everything, and I feel that I am getting nowhere.
I chip at the rock face.
How do other people do it? They feel down. A night out with their friends, and a glass of wine, and they are back on their feet.
They do not know what depression is.
I wish that could be me.