For me my lowest point hit during my early twenties when I spent two miserable years with constant nausea and diarrhoea – and I mean constant – every second of every day feeling sick and diarrhoea within minutes of eating every single meal. It didn’t matter what I ate or drank, nothing helped. I lost loads of weight – dropping to a painfully light 5.5stone and at this point my periods stopped. Although not depressive by nature, I seriously thought about how I was going to cope in the future and there were a lot of tears accompanied by dispair!
Now I was young at the time I was living in London at the time and studying for a PhD at The Royal College of Art – no pressure there then.