‘Two years after I broke down, I am sane, healing and hopeful’
Two years ago I went as mad as a March hare. Massive overwork, perfectionism and years of buried pressure became a chaotic stew of manic worry and self-loathing. Split, in my soul, between the person I wanted to be and the person I felt myself to be, and jacked up on my trigger, cannabis – do any of us still doubt how dangerous this drug is? – I boiled over into a complete breakdown.
I believed the radio was talking to me. Ironically,
