Last One at the Party

by Bethany Clift

Trying to delay the moment at which the comfortable little life that I had built for myself would become completely obsolete.

Once experienced, panic attacks and depression never truly leave you; even if they aren’t physically there, the memory is, like an imprint in concrete.

I think everyone experiences depression differently. One person’s ‘bad day’ is another’s ‘crawl under the duvet for a week’.