When I first became depressed, on a friend’s advice, I started running. I had never been a runner. At school, when we did cross-country, I always avoided it like the plague. But, having nothing to lose at this point, I downloaded a ‘Couch to 5k’ app onto my phone and out I went. And I ran/walked for half an hour. It was hard!!
Over time though, it got easier. And being outside doing something physical was not only good for my head, but as I began to build on how long I could run for, I felt a sense of achievement that I really, really needed at the time.
This first ’bout’ of running culminated in me running a 10k around Glasgow, and then running 5 miles around the Olympic grounds, before running on the Olympic track in London. I was pretty proud of myself.
Unfortunately, after that, everything started to go a bit wrong, both in terms of running and in terms of the rest of my life. This is because I began to really struggle to go outside by myself. The anxiety I’d been feeling at a low level for over a year took over my life completely, and I was stuck.
I have really struggled to cope with my anxiety. From what I can tell, anxiety is not logical, and seems to strike indiscriminately. However, recently I have begun to challenge it. Just last week, I went into Glasgow by myself – twice. Small things, maybe, but huge achievements for me.