A few months ago, I broke down in tears because I felt lonely. I felt like I was a horrible person who drove people away from me. I felt like people didn’t want to spend time with me because I’m constantly miserable or depressed. I felt like I’d isolated myself.
Just before we moved house I had a panic attack one night over the fact the house we’d bought was further away from Liverpool and not as close to a train station as the one we had been renting was, and this made me feel even more isolated than before.
But the last few weeks have reminded that I’m definitely not alone. Far from it.