A Letter To The Teacher That Saved My Life

Dear Mr Powell,You may not remember me, but about 26 years ago you probably saved my life.Back then I was a bespectacled, awkward 14-year-old. Whilst most of my peers were sneaking crafty cigarettes behind the bike sheds, playing sports and chasing girls, I was what you might call a “quiet one”.Back then was when depression was finally starting to impact on my life in a meaningful, destructive way.I didn’t mix well with others, preferring to spend most of my free time on my own