Suffered years ago from what the doctor labelled ‘anxiety and depression’. He said ‘it’s been a long time coming and it’ll be a long time going’ and jeez, was he right! The worst thing for me was the complete lack of interest in anything, reading and knitting which normally I loved, going out, looking after my young family, and just being crippled by everlasting anxiety, mainly driven by the ‘what if’ syndrome, eg, what if I’m ill, who will look after three little ones? Totally irrational, I was and still am, surrounded by a loving family. Even now, some forty odd years later and more or less immune, there are certain triggers. I really, really dislike Autumn, the whole season, which was when everything started. There’s a certain smell and feel to the season which gives me goosebumps, especially October, and the smell of bonfires and fireworks can set me off if I’m a bit off guard. My commiserations to all you sufferers - I truly feel your pain.