Journal
Leon Cerrone
I’m unsure when it first started but it was around my early 20’s, it probably wasn’t that bad as first. But I hid it and sat on until my mid thirties. Telling myself I was ok, hiding it, putting on a show and taking it out on the ones closest to me. I guess I kind of know why I didn’t say anything for so long, people or guys like me shouldn’t be depressed. I’ve always had good jobs, had a great friend circle, loving family the list goes on. I heard the same things for years not directed at me, but when the subject of mental health were brought up or spoken about it the same “ they’re not depressed they just need to get out” or
“They just need to bloody pull themselves together”
Jim Clarkson
I’ve known Nick for a while, we rode bikes together at various points, and he’s the sort of guy who unexpectedly offers to drive you to North Wales whilst you guide a group of mountain bikers round the hills, and he acts as support vehicle and an extra pair of hands to entertain the riders whilst I cooked or prepped for the next day.
He’s a quiet, some might say insular, or reflective sort. He’d say something else, he’d say something rude about himself. So would I at times, because we can say that about each other.