One Year On

How I’ve dealt with my first year since being diagnosed with depression

A man walks into a doctor’s office and says “doctor, doctor, I think I have depression.”

That was me, a year ago today. I didn’t get a punchline, but I did get a prescription. It helped.

Amazing how easy it is to break the last year down into a few simple sentences, isn’t it? Thirty-six words there, and it tells my story. Misses out a lot of the nuance, of course, but gets to the heart of the story. I had a problem, I told the doctor what…