One in 4 people will experience a mental health condition this year – I was that one. And this is what it was like.

Probably worse than running out of milk when you live on a farm is running out of the chemicals your brain produces to cope with stress. Worse than depleted water tanks is depleted resilience.

Last month I had what they would have once called ‘a nervous breakdown’.

In an era unwilling to openly discuss mental illness, that was the term used to cover a variety of mental disorders. It has since been stamped out.

But have we really moved past that era?


I’ve always shared happy days and good moods, celebrated our successes and joys. Sometimes I’ve turned a failure or bad day into a learning experience and shared that.

But today I want to share a different story. I don’t want to lock it away and consider it wrong, unpleasant or shameful.

For me, it started with being a bit sad. There was a casserole night in town for the netball club and Maeve and Elsie wanted to go.

‘I don’t want to go,’ I told them as they got in the car watching others arrive with their casseroles. ‘I’m too sad.’

‘Why, Mum? Why are you sad?’

‘I don’t know.’ I looked back at their concerned faces in the backseat. ‘I’m okay. I have no reason to be sad,’ I reassured them with the weakest of smiles.

That’s the thing—I couldn’t explain my sadness. Even less so to our girls aged 9 and 7. Children know sadness as circumstantial. They know it to pass. I’d known that too. I couldn’t tell them that I’d felt sad all week. And not only was I unable to explain my sadness, I was unable to get away from it.

I couldn’t wait to get into bed at the same time as the girls each day that week, to dodge my life and escape my mind. Over that weekend, I realised that my reactions were out of proportion to the normal life stresses. I wasn’t coping. I was spiralling helplessly down a familiar plughole, down, down, and down into the sewer of depression.


I knew because I experienced it when I was pregnant with Maeve. With two miscarriages, a delivery at 18-weeks gestation and another at 24-weeks, I only knew pregnancies to end early and assumed the same would happen. A psychiatrist told me that I had post-traumatic stress disorder and was so anxious it was giving me the symptoms of depression.

He gave me antidepressants and I lay in bed for weeks wondering how I could have had everything I ever wanted and still not be happy. The antidepressants worked after three weeks and finally I could imagine a future. When Maeve was born at full-term, I knew my smile was genuine and I stopped taking any medication.

Fast forward seven years to last month.

I’m not pregnant.

But I knew that weekend where my mind was headed so I made an appointment with our GP and one with that same psychiatrist for the following day.

Once again, I got a prescription filled for antidepressants and went to bed for two weeks. But it wasn’t sadness anymore. Sadness involves crying and feeling. Depression is the feeling of complete numbness. The absence of all emotions and senses. It’s feeling nothing at all. Depression robs you of the ability to see that you will ever be happy again and leaves you not wanting to be alive any more.

It’s the reverse of a nightmare; you wake up into it. And there is nothing to say to anyone. It’s impossible to answer the question ‘What’s wrong?’ when you can think of nothing that’s right. There is only silence and your own unbearable presence and the questions you’re asking yourself about how you will live. Why you should go on.

There’s a desperate yearning to change the emptiness. You think of things you could do that would make you feel something, anything, rather than nothing.


I am pleased to report that the antidepressants started working after three weeks. Not only am I upright and feeling better, but another week or two on and I’m feeling good. I’m back.


Once again I have the ability to find pleasure in the present and hope for the future. I missed that. I feel like my resilience is restored, like water tanks after a rain, so that I can again enjoy life and cope with the normal stresses it brings.

I can rub my child’s back and mean it.

I’m sharing my story to inspire you to consider your own mental health. Most of us would comfortably talk about physical fitness and would seek help to get fit if we needed it, or we’d speak with a GP about a medical condition that concerned us, but many people have difficulty seeking help for their mind and emotions. Why is mental health taboo for so many people when it is such an important aspect of our overall health, wellbeing and total fitness? If your mood is interfering with your personal, social and work lives; if you’re fighting to go to work, take care of your family or act ’normal’ because you’re battling unimaginable pain, I urge you to be honest, ask for help and take it. There are effective solutions available.

I’m also sharing my story so that you’ll investigate your own feelings about mental illness. There is no shame in having a disease like cancer, or a disorder like cystic fibrosis. Nor is there any judgement around them. Mental illness is exactly the same. There is no shame in having a mental illness. Nor should there be any judgement around it. I don’t wish depression on anyone. But I’m sure that if people knew how it felt, there wouldn’t be the stigma (the mark of disgrace that sets a person apart from others) attached. I hope that my story has helped you to understand the reality, pain and complexity of depression. Let’s work together to get rid of the stigma. Let’s raise awareness of what depression is like so that we can understand and support those around us, the same as we would if they were unwell with any other illness.

Finally, I’m sharing my story to inspire you to ask those around you if they’re okay. Since one in four adults experience a mental health condition in any year, it is highly likely that we all know someone who has or is experiencing mental illness. By reaching out, you may just save a life.


21 thoughts on “One in 4 people will experience a mental health condition this year – I was that one. And this is what it was like.

  1. Larissa, I do hope that you continue to feel better. Depression is indeed an ugly thing, and the numbness is the best of it, everything from there is downhill. Lots of hugs xx Sandie

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    1. Thank you, Sandie. If the numbness is the best of it, you’re right, it sure is an ugly thing. Thank for taking the time to read my post and comment. Hugs to you too xx


  2. My beautiful young friend…I am so sorry you have been down that road again. I know so well that ugly dark place. I so appreciate your article and have shared it, hoping it will be a strength to some I know. I love you Larissa…and your little family. Xx

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    1. Bev, thank you so much for sharing and I hope my post does provide some strength to those you know. I’m sorry to hear that you know so well that ugly, dark place. I hope you now have more good days than bad. I’m always here for you, Bev. Thanks again xx


  3. Larissa, I am so happy you recognised you had mental illness, and sought professional help. I was once told, after having a work injury, by a Psychiatrist, that when you hurt your body physically, you also have a mental injury. You MUST treat both. In the last few months I have been suffering quite badly with my ongoing physical pain, then out of the blue my heart started to seem to want to beat out of my chest. This happened right after getting some bad news. It turned out to be all stress related, and after talking to people about it, it was amazing how many people have suffered the same thing. I have been on anti-depressants for years as part of my pain management, there is nothing wrong with taking these medications if they help, and I cannot believe there is still a astigmatism surrounding them. You are strong and brave, and a great person, and we should all be grateful for people like you. Thank you.

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    1. Thanks for your kind words, Trudy. There doesn’t seem to be the same stigma around any other sort of medication (or illness) – thank you for sharing your experience here – let’s hope that as more people feel comfortable to do that, others will see that they don’t need to suffer in silence. All the best. xx


  4. You’re so amazing to share this. Half your courage and impossible would become I’m possible. Your lovingness just jumps out of your beautiful photos and well-loved fambamily. Prepare for big kahuna hug next time I see you xx

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    1. I hate the thought of anyone suffering, Kim, and to do so in silence would be so much worse. I hope it inspires others to seek help. Or offer it. Thanks for your kind words.


  5. Congratulations for talking about it and being brave, it’s a shame more people don’t open up as it would save a lot of sadness for those left behind

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    1. Thank you, Sharyn. It’s so sad that mental health disorders can be deadly. I don’t know what more we can do but all keep talking about it, keep making it okay not to be okay, keep checking in with those around you. Thanks for reading my post and commenting.


  6. Thank you for sharing with us. The feeling of not understanding why you are upset is devastating in itself, the questions from the kids why are you crying mummy?, is even more devastating or not wanting to go out for lunch or coffee with friends is heart breaking. Yes Larissa it is hard to understand sometimes but it’s comforting to you you aren’t alone.

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    1. It is comforting to know what you are not alone, even though it doesn’t make your own situation any less real. Mental illness is a terribly hard thing to understand, but the more we recognise it as a disorder and talk about it and support each other in it, the better off we will all be. Thanks, Lesley. I wish you all the very best and am always here.


  7. Thanks you so much for sharing this. I haven’t personally experienced depression but have known friends in the past who have and have faced such difficulty in fully understanding what they’re going through. This helps. Thank you and much strength to you.

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    1. Thank you, Matt, for your kind words. I’m really pleased to hear that my story helped you to understand what your friends may have been through (although all cases are different). Good on you for seeking to understand. I’d have you as a friend! All the best and thanks again for reading my post and taking the time to comment.


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