<p>After the door to the police station closed behind me I was fucked.  The locking of the door behind me meant I was now on a collision course with depression and I wasn't going to come out of it very well. </p>

After the door to the police station closed behind me I was fucked. The locking of the door behind me meant I was now on a collision course with depression and I wasn't going to come out of it very well.

<p>After the door to the police station closed behind me I was fucked. &nbsp;The locking of the door behind me meant I was now on a collision course with depression and I wasn't going to come out of it very well.&nbsp;</p>

Back to My Past

A New Zealand Policeman of 38 years who suffered from two bouts of depression.  One in 1999 and a more serious one in 2016.  This is his story about what occurred and the impact that policing had on him over the years, both in Britain and New Zealand.

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A New Zealand Policeman of 38 years who suffered from two bouts of depression. One in 1999 and a more serious one in 2016. This is his story about what occurred and the impact that policing had on him over the years, both in Britain and New Zealand.

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