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I've been climbing with my dad since I was eight and it was always a good way to escape my troubles. Fast forward a while, and just before I started university, my depression got a lot worse and I was struggling to cope. I hadn't been climbing in a long while. I was feeling trapped and under pressure. Therapy wasn't really cutting it for me, so I thought I'd go back to my happiest moments in my life and bring back my love of climbing.

There's nothing else to focus on but yourself and the moves, where to go next - it's methodical.

I've been bouldering hardcore ever since. If I have a bad day or week I always know that if I need to then I can just cycle to the wall and forget the outside world exists. It's helped me cope with my stress and anxieties surrounding me, it's amazing.


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