I write this at the height of a period I’ve been calling ‘a slump’. Having suffered with depression on and off (luckily, mostly off) since puberty, I was loathed to call this by the same name. But I’ve been struggling to get up for work, struggling with simple tasks once I get to work and struggling to eat anything that isn’t beige, as well as wrestling a particularly bad strain of self-loathing. And I can’t seem to get out.

I’m not the only one. I’ve seen it time and time again on my Twitter feed; this sort-of cloud that’s hanging over everyone just now as autumn already beckons us to stay in bed. Anneli spotted it too and decided to reach out a helping hand with a self-care challenge for October.


This might seem ridiculous; do I think putting some pictures on instagram of cups of tea and a nutritious lunch is going to cure my depression? No. But it might be enough to jerk me out of it for five minutes a day. It might be enough to give me focus, on something. It’s not until the end of the day I realise I’ve been on autopilot.

So I’ll post an update once a week to let you know how I’m getting on. Dear lord, I hope this helps. I’m tired.

PersonalLauren Aitchison