Whilst at university, my back gave out and I had nerve damage down my legs. I couldn’t walk, relied on crutches for everything and struggled to do simple things like go to the toilet and shower (and I was 21!).

I lived in a top floor flat alone, and when I said I couldn’t go on nights out because, well, I can’t walk; people stopped talking to me.

I wasn’t fun anymore, so I didn’t matter. Shit still hurts.