I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was 2012, I wore my body out, wore my marriage out, I was working so hard just trying to stay afloat. I was broken, I needed urgent surgery and a few months off.
I moved to a new city to be closer to my son, and start again, then...
...anything that could have gone wrong did.
I spent the next 2 years in hospital and my bed, unable to move.
I knew I had to find an easier way... No fu#king way could I live through that again!
While I was incredibly proud of the work that I had done, I couldn't escape the feeling that I had almost killed myself just to stay afloat. I was terrified by the thought of starting over in a new city, I had only 74 followers on my Facebook business page and not 1 post for over 2 years.