When I stood on the start line of the Marathon des Sables in April, I realised that, for the first time in my life, I didn’t care what position I would come. That was a massive mindset shift for me, because before that all I’d wanted was to win.
I had depression in my teens, but in 2014 it started to get worse, with no obvious trigger. At my lowest, I couldn’t get out of bed. My mum convinced me to go on a family visit with her to Cape Town. So there I was in the most stunning place, with the sea, the mountains, the warm sun, but experiencing an overwhelming sense of guilt.