A year ago my life felt brutally grim. The vultures were circling, betrayal surrounding me and never knowing where the next knife would come from. Everything was a complete mess. Not being able to switch off for the holidays had happened three years in a row. It has been a bumpy ride since I left the university in 2021. All around me people advised me to get signed off by the doctor.
Ultimately I held off for five months before collapsing into a mass of despair, self doubt and staring inside the gates of hell. The day I went off I feared at best the crisis team turning up, at worst a Mental Health Act assessment.
Hour by hour, day by day, month by month things turned around. I lost friends, some I expect for good. But those who stuck by me really stuck by me. I gained new friends too. Somehow after four months I tentatively made it back to work.
With a different direction that I was not able to predict slowly I began to flourish. It was hard. But I took it one day at a time. As 2025 moved inexorably towards its end I learned my destiny. A new job, a chance to be a pathfinder and an opportunity to do some good.
As we start 2026 I made it through the holidays, saw family and friends, dined and drank without fear. Nearly four years of fear. Life is hard but I'm keeping going one step at a time.
Happy New Year everyone.
I Heard a Voice.
