Growing up, I was always a sociable lad.
With a love of rugby, sports and spending time with my mates, I never imagined that in my early twenties, I’d begin to struggle with my mental health.
Only, that’s what happened.
At the beginning of my second year at university, I was diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety and depression.
I dreaded going out or seeing anyone and as a result, I became incredibly isolated.
Only, true to the stereotype, I didn’t want to talk about it.
Instead of acknowledging the problem, I became embarrassed about it.
Over time though, I began to open up and confide in therapists, as well as loved ones.
However, it wasn’t easy.
As much as I had an amazing support system, no one could understand. It was…
