LAST YEAR I TURNED FORTY!
It took me two days to work up the courage to type the sentence above. But they say admitting you have a problem is the first step on the road to recovery. So there, in a five words is my dirty little secret, the root of my problems and, I am hoping, the road to my salvation!
For me, turning forty was a miserable, lonely and depressing experience, despite being surrounded by the people I loved in one of the most incredible places on earth (but more on how lucky I am later!)
Soon after my birthday, I finally admitted that I had descended into a remarkably familiar, surprisingly comforting black hole of self loathing, depression and anger. For the sake of people I love the most – my long-suffering partner, magnificent daughters and me – I decided to change.
This blog is part of the healing process. A journal of my commitment to finding myself, healing myself, loving myself and becoming the best myself I can be so that when I hit my next milestone birthday it will be a celebration of something fabulous… my life!
44 and a fourth – the countdown starts today!
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