9 Walnut Street

“Twenty-two years ago, I stood alone amongst my family, best friends and our dog. On a day I wished I could cancel – my 50th birthday.

How could I speak, I had nothing to celebrate. I felt lonely, ashamed, sad, and unworthy. My addiction had dragged me away from forming any real-life relationships. Even my kids. There was always the divider interfering.

So much covering up. Lies, deceit, life had no meaning anymore. I had no one to turn to. My nervous system was at its breaking point.”