Little did I know it was going to come from within. Halfway into the fellowship I began collapsing on the streets of Leipzig. Soon I lost my ability to sleep, my memory began to go, and I fell into a deep depression that would take years fully to shake. With it went the money (to doctors), the fiancé (to stress) and any new jobs (I could barely read or write). I tried every doctor recommended and no one could work out what was wrong with me.