I Blame The Hormones: A raw and honest account of one woman’s fight against depression

By now I had seen several psychiatrists, numerous doctors, psychologists, counsellors and a good few gynaecologists. I had seen spiritualists and healers, and taken all manner of medications in the hope that I would get better. I was a drug user and a borderline alcoholic, and I was suffering from all manner of emotional disturbances, which ranged from severe to catastrophic. I had tried art therapy, relaxation therapy and hypnosis to find a cure. I had moved house several times and even moved country in the hope that I would find some respite from the emotional misery that was, and is, clinical depression. By the time I left Menorca, I had been mentally ill for some seven years, and I was just twenty-two years old.