Five years ago I experienced my first depressive episode. I felt so low inside that I could not possibly picture a happy future for myself, and so I began to self harm and have thoughts of suicide. It affected my relationships with family and friends, I didn't want to socialise with anyone.

One of the great things about social media is having an unexpected, online chat at stupid o'clock at night, with a friend who lives many miles away.

The conversation turned to my early stage breast cancer diagnosis. “You're so brave,” my old friend wrote on Facebook messenger.

I've heard this several times, since my diagnosis earlier this year. It, and variations on that theme.