You Are Not A Machine. You Are Not Alone. | Smashing Magazine
October 27th, 2014
Many of us struggle silently with mental health problems and many more are affected by them, either directly or indirectly. {Geek} Mental Help Week starts today and we would like to help raise awareness with a couple of articles exploring these issues. – Ed.
It was pouring with rain and I found myself driving. I didn’t know
where I was going. I just needed out of the house. I needed to escape.
After what felt like an age I found myself parked outside my parents’
house, just staring at their front door. Eventually I got out of the
car, rang the doorbell and burst into tears the moment my mum answered.
Me, a grown man. A respected figure in my field. A success. Standing
on the doorstep of my parents’ house, crying to my mum like a small
child. This was the breaking point for me, the minute I
finally realized I had depression. In fact I’d been depressed for over a
decade. Burnt out. Used up with nothing left to give.
It had started back in the late nineties when I took a job with a dot
com. I had a boss who was a bully, plain and simple. He shouted, he
threatened, he manipulated. I stood up to him, but it drained me. Every
day was a battle.
October 27th, 2014
Many of us struggle silently with mental health problems and many more are affected by them, either directly or indirectly. {Geek} Mental Help Week starts today and we would like to help raise awareness with a couple of articles exploring these issues. – Ed.
It was pouring with rain and I found myself driving. I didn’t know
where I was going. I just needed out of the house. I needed to escape.
After what felt like an age I found myself parked outside my parents’
house, just staring at their front door. Eventually I got out of the
car, rang the doorbell and burst into tears the moment my mum answered.
Me, a grown man. A respected figure in my field. A success. Standing
on the doorstep of my parents’ house, crying to my mum like a small
child. This was the breaking point for me, the minute I
finally realized I had depression. In fact I’d been depressed for over a
decade. Burnt out. Used up with nothing left to give.
It had started back in the late nineties when I took a job with a dot
com. I had a boss who was a bully, plain and simple. He shouted, he
threatened, he manipulated. I stood up to him, but it drained me. Every
day was a battle.
