Sounds ebbed and flowed, dispersing before I managed to get a sense of what they were. Like a kaleidoscope, aromatic colours flooded my eyes and the hot, heavy air ran through my fingers. There was no grey. The dull hues of London had been left behind, along with the all-consuming abandonment that comes with the loss of a loved one. …
“I’m a firm believer that it’s not what you’ve been through but how you respond to life experiences that’s important. It’s often the steeper climbs that lead to the better views and we all live through experiences that can make us stronger people if we have the right tools in place.” I haven’t written much about mental illness on this …