It has taken me to the page, to a microphone, and yes, sometimes to bad decisions and booze
I’ve had an amazing two years, by anyone’s measure.
First, my mother died a very hard death from cancer. Then I ended my marriage, followed by a gut-wrenching estrangement from my formally close father. I nearly bled to death in a storage room in a Sydney public hospital, and a few months after that my unborn baby died. It sounds like the plot of a B-grade movie. But here I am, staring myself down in the mirror each day urging myself to carry on, whispering: “Yes, this really is your life now. Yes, you must still shower and dress and go to work”. It is one thing to know figuratively that bad things can happen to you at any moment. It’s quite another to live that realisation over and over again.
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