I hope my message comes across properly. I spent 20 minutes writing this before going to sleep because I really needed to get it off my chest.

Around this time 6 months ago, I was at my student house on my own as everyone else had gone home for Christmas. I was desperate to hide from the world that I hated.

On Christmas Day while everyone else was opening presents, having dinner with friends and family and sharing love and Christmas cheer, I was sat on my own in a dark room, eating tuna straight out of the tin with a bottle of wine on the side.

I felt hopeless, desperate and alone. No one understood what I was going through, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on for.

I didn’t go to or flopped each of my university exams. I barely even left the house…