By Jessica Spires
March 22, 2016


A happy relationship, a good academic record, a great network of family and friends – these are the things that make most people you meet think “she’s got a good life”. In my final year of university, those were also the things that became the focus of an internal battle that I wasn’t expecting.


I suddenly started questioning things. What if my boyfriend leaves me? What if a family member I love passes away? What if I have a brain tumour I don’t know about? About six months later, I was diagnosed with general anxiety disorder (GAD) and depression. For some people, a mental health diagnosis can be a devastating blow, but for me it was something of a relief. What was happening to me had a name, and luckily it also had a treatment. Eventually, I came to realise that GAD also had something else: a community.