The past year has challenged every fibre of my resolute determination. I will not, I cannot ever go back to that dark, foreboding place that put me on the brink of death. I have so much to live for.
Those that bullied me brought me to a profound crossroad in my life. A broken, shadow of a man who found the way out as I lay dying on a hospital bed. I clung onto the loving power instilled in me by the hug from my then nine year old son, Tristan. My son saved my life for he gave me a reason to live.
I choose to live with rather than suffer from my mental illness. My illness, not a curse. An ironic blessing that's humbled and inspired me.
While I still struggle with getting any semblance of blogging momentum back, I have, once again, switched off comments. I know you will understand. I'm grateful to you.