Because I was on the verge of doing a runner from my life. I was inches away from just disappearing from my job, my husband and my remaining family and turning back to a life of drugs and crime. I couldn't see any other way until someone mentioned therapy and kept prodding and probing until eventually I made it to a session.

The reason? The death of my Mum and the resultant loss of everything I should have had growing up; the pain of the abuse I suffered that she should have known about and helped me with, the unfairness of all that she let happen between my brother and I, the secrets that would never be told, the fact that I hated parts of myself so much that I had banished them from my life etc etc etc.

I have known since I was 10 years old what I needed in order to 'heal' but I genuinely never believed it was possible and I cannot describe how much that hurt, believing that I would never experience that, how much it screwed me up and screwed all of my relationships up over the years, family, friends, colleagues, everyone.

But I am now experiencing that and I am starting to become whole again, properly, and that is quite amazing.