I’ve been on a high for months, so high on life and happier than I’ve ever been. But there’s been a teensy tiny part of me that has been waiting for the bubble to burst. If you’ve ever been on a high you’ll understand that there comes with it a feeling of being completely indestructible, that nothing can bring you down. Life is sooo good! But then a couple of little things go wrong. Ok not such a drama. And then there are signs that change is coming but you’re having such a good time that you can’t see them, or don’t want to.

And it then happens. CRASH! Shock… Shattered… a million broken pieces and incomprehensible pain. Things seem to fall apart in and around you all at the same time.

Then the aftermath. I had forgotten what it felt like. The slowness of time as you sit with the rawness of pain and try to work out what went wrong. And the waiting, while it washes over you again and again, as you wait for the pain to pass.

Time heals all wounds… xo