His phone call to the charity was shared as a courageous exposé. I had to stop watching after three minutes because I was on the edge of a memory-scarred panic attack.
My journey is my journey alone- but I hope that there are some elements of what I have learned that can help.
I accept that this isn’t the kind of grandiose statement the great poets of our time will write songs about. But it is a huge, empowering revelation for me.
I sobbed as I delivered my speech. It was so cliche, I might as well have broken into a teary rendition of 'For Good'. But it was all true.
Was I destined to be super-glued to square one for the rest of my life? Am I stuck in a destiny I desperately do not want? What more can I do?
Ah, the joys of your entire future spinning on the head of a single one hour snapshot of your life.