Friends, do you remember back in March when I wrote to you – albeit indirectly – about the blizzard that hit my life?
I’d prefer to keep that crisis vague and metaphorical; it suffices to say that I went through something tough. That’s one reason why I’ve been quieter than usual on the blog this year. (That, and writing a book.)
When I wrote about the hard time, I described it as “a slow-motion train wreck with no end in sight”, and it was. But there was still hope. I just couldn’t see it.
First, I needed to take a trip to rehab … but not for the reasons that you might imagine!
Despite the cheeky post title, no one “tried to make me go to rehab”. I sent myself there, and it was one of the best choices I’ve ever made.