From the web: “Men do cry: one man’s experience of depression”

February 22, 2015 Uncategorized

I can remember the day the old me died. It started with a thought. Something was going wrong. That was the start. Before I realised what it was. And then, a second or so later, there was a strange sensation inside my head. Some biological activity in the rear of my skull, not far above my neck.

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