At the beginning of 2013 I had my first breakdown. Not a nervous one, where you feel burnt out and take time off work and need to sleep for weeks and weeks. Not a freak-out “I’m going to kill you all snap,” when life yokes you with stress too heavy to bear.
This was an all-out, lose-my-mind in a foreign country, kind of breakdown. Two days after my birthday, after driving back from Mozambique, I sat wringing tissues in my lap in Psychiatrist #1’s office. Fast forward a few weeks and you will see me driving in my little white Citi Golf away from my life and my home, towards a new beginning – one that I thought would be a slate wiped clean of my mistakes. [Read more…]