In my 20’s I took 0 risks, hardly went out, turned my strengths into weaknesses and ate a lot of dough.
Like the hot guy from Queer Eye said in one episode, “food is medicine” – sure, this quinoa and avocado skinny salad may make me feel smug, but rubbing this deep-fried chocolate doughnut over my body before shoving it in my mouth is going to shut my depression up for AT LEAST 5 minutes.
I thought my depression would’ve stayed at home in pissy West Sussex rather than joining me on my “Brits Abroad” style vacay, but no, it came along for the ride.
Yes, I had 3 large bottles of lager, 3 wines, loads of fags and a burger and chips AFTER I’d already had my dinner…
Am I over apologising because I’m a woman? Or because I am from a rather splendid part of Southern England and must uphold excellent manners at all time? Either way, it needs to change!
Having depression and anxiety isn’t as fun as you may think. Sure, you get to pop pills and avoid social gatherings, but it’s actually quite tedious.