It inspired me to write a few of my own words about losing and finding yourself….

When I relapsed severely in 2010, I felt like I had completely lost myself. I remember even feeling afraid to look in the mirror for a long time. I didn’t look at all like me on the outside, and I definitely didn’t feel like me on the inside.

Seemingly overnight I had gone from an ambitious woman with a busy social life and career, to someone who couldn’t even sit up unassisted. My weeks were endless, in a darkened room, unable to tolerate any form of stimulation at all. It was isolating and terrifying.

But I remember that feeling of losing my sense of self as being one of the most terrifying things, more terrifying than any of the physical pain and discomfort.

Today…things are very different. I feel so connected to my heart and my true self. Sometimes I think we have to be stripped back. Right back. To reveal the lessons we need to learn in order to help us let go of things that are no longer serving us and find a way of living in align with our true selves.

From that place, we can then create a life that is more balanced and connected to our heart.

If you are in the midst of your darkest days…keep going.

Things will get better, and until they do, comfort yourself in the knowledge that if other people have come through, so can you.