As a child life seemed pretty straight forward. Apart from the odd worry, the process of puberty and the occasional heartbreak from the girls I had a crush on nothing seemed too hard to handle.
This is a personal post, it's something I've never really shared on MFM before. I'd appreciate it if you could hang the suit up for a second, put the double monk strap shoes away and pay attention.
I want to make one thing clear before you read on. Depression isn’t something to accept. If you feel depressed as you read this, or if you can remember times you suffered with depression...
7 years ago today I lost my Dad to suicide. Words can't describe how much he meant to me. After an emotional breakdown, one failed suicide attempt 2 weeks after his breakdown and 5 months of bat