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Mike

My name is Mike. My overriding memories of childhood are memories of freedom. A great gang of village boys and girls roaming the countryside, climbing trees, jumping streams, the world a safe and magical adventure. My parents were medical missionaries just back from Africa. Home was somewhere you went out from to savour and enjoy. I still don’t know what went wrong with me. I was...

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Mary A

My name is Mary, and I have suffered from depression for a long time. I was a little wild and unpredictable in my teens, and when things went wrong I would take to my bed. My mother and sister would nearly have to force me to get up and back to life and work. I left school at 15 and I was usually bored with all my jobs, so...

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Jack

Like everyone else I have a story to tell. Everybody’s story is unique and special in its own way. I write this in hope that it may help at least one person and to show no matter how alone or depressed one may feel there is a light at the end of every tunnel. Like most people who come to GROW my problems were rooted to my childhood especially the...

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Michele

Before I started at GROW I was unhappy in my life. I was in a low place and was crying all the time and pushing everyone close to me away. I was functioning on a needs must basis as I had to go to work but wanted to do nothing else. Anything that went wrong in my life I would have someone else or something else to blame instead...

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Mary O

My husband and I were married in 1975. I had two miscarriages and then my first son was born in 1978. Within one week of his birth I was in a psychiatric hospital, suffering from a nervous breakdown. The first year of his life I spent in and out of hospital, on twelve tablets a day, many sessions of ECT that did not work at all. All in all...

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Mary

I think my story really begins nearly 36 years ago when I was 13 years of age. That year I became overcome by a deep black depression, and I knew for certain at the time that I was mentally ill. There was just no way that anyone could have felt as bad as I did and still be in normal health. I suffered on in silence for 3 years...

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