Granted, January is a pretty gloomy month (I was shocked to see a blue sky today, having forgotten what one looked like), but why is that particular day more depressing than any other? Well, of course, it's not. Blue Monday was actually invented by a psychologist to help promote some travel company.
My therapy sessions helped me deal with my addictive personality and my ridiculous relationships with shopping, sex, drugs and food. I'd tried, tasted, sniffed and snorted, filled my flat with clothes and possessions I never needed nor wanted and ate and drank my way around the world - but nothing made me happy.