After six years, two Ironmans, a handful of marathons, several breakdowns, a hideously painful divorce, the closure of two businesses, relocation to Devon and the start of a wonderful new life, it is time to put this blog to bed.
If Dickens had said ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times’ about the last six years instead of the times he spoke, he could never have been more right.
But the time has come to move on. To new starts and a new life. After the trauma of the last five years I am happy to say that now, a line has been drawn in the sand and it’s time to look up. Onwards and upwards and all that.
And mostly, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
I wanted to thank, wholehearted, every single one of you who offered support, help, advice and a shoulder to cry on. And to the critics, pah, I hope it made you happy.
Mental health is a perfidious thing. People out there are struggling and I will never stop the fight to find a way to support those who need it. The answer is becoming clearer but there is still a long way to go. One thing is absolute, the system currently is broken – I never want people to go through what I did. I hope, one day I will be able to offer a little help to those who need it.
For now, this blog is archived.
It’s not goodbye however, just adieu. To celebrate the new start and new life there is a new blog. You can follow it here. I hope to see you on the other side but if not. Thank you for everything.