Don Pacifico well, the insidious thing about mental health is that it can be quite difficult to realise you're actually suffering with a problem because it can be a gradual change and/or warps your perception of normality.
Happened to me twenty years ago. I had a series of things happen to me in Leeds, triggered by a particularly painful break up in the summer of 2002 (which should have been such a happy time!), I ran for home only to discover that universal truth: wherever you go, there you are.
I was in a funk for the longest time. I remember running out of my birthday meal in 2002, crying my eyes out on Kew Green. I think I went slightly mad over the course of that year and beyond, I smashed the glass of my bedroom door in November(?) 2002, the day Thierry scored THAT goal against Spurs and ended up having to clear the mess up when I should have been in the Twelve Pins, celebrating with strangers.
Even in November 2003, when I first met Jo, I couldn't get out of it - and I put Jo through hell for months whilst deciding whether or not we were going to have a relationship. Finally in July '04, I thought we could, perhaps, make a go of it - and so we did, and we have. And even then, I was so damaged, it still took months for me to fully relax into the relationship - the February '05 arrival of TomCat certainly helped. I honestly don't know if we would have stayed together, initially, without this animal coming into our life.
Basically, I believe I've made two good decisions in my life, one was to go and work for Citizens Advice in April '05 (and that has, very obviously, not been without its bumps), the other was to give it a go with Jo. She saved my life. A notion she laughs off now, she says I did this myself, but I honestly believe if I hadn't met her, I'd basically be dead. My head was gone and nobody could reach me. One of my best mates, Lukey, said to me, many years later I was clinically depressed. He's not a doctor, he just recognised the signs, but because he wasn't a doctor, he couldn't help. My mum couldn't help. My grandparents couldn't help, nobody could. In the middle of this time, I lived with another of my best mates, Gabs, for six months, it was one of the darkest periods of my life and when I think about it now, I'm amazed we're still friends. I feel like I was a black hole, just sucking in everything around me. Maybe I wasn't, I might be overdramatising, but when I look back on this time now, it horrifies me. And all this, basically because of a failed relationship - I haven't come close to experiencing the horrors Dele Alli speaks of.
The worst thing about it was - and to your point - I had no idea of what was happening to me and the impact it was having on those around me. Or really, how it all turned around. I guess I'm a talker and that helps, it helps a lot - especially if you know you're in a safe space.
I must really feel in a safe space here because I don't think anyone other than Jo knows all of this!