Depression came along like a wall of water that knocked me off my feet. I didn’t see it coming; I wasn’t expecting it, I thought I was on solid ground. Each time a wave hit, I scrabbled to my feet, only for another wave, larger than the first, to smack me back down to the ground. It was exhausting and relentless. Everyone can survive the first couple of waves but when you have lost count and you are tired it takes more than most people know to get back up.
