Late to the party, as always. I’m
sorry this post is so late, I’ve got two excuses: one is that I prioritised
myself and two) lack of access to a computer with internet. So sorry.
Around November time last year, I
decided on a phrase called the “Recovery Project” but hadn’t really defined it.
Just before then, my anxiety peaked, and I begged Neil to let me come back home
from Lanzarote. It was more a lesson than an opportunity, but it made me really
realise how ill I’d become. I knew my anxiety was out of control. Then things
went kind of wrong and I ended up a little homeless, and developing...
