In July last year, my life rocked. I was 38-years-old, in a super happy marriage with an amazing husband, and mum to a daughter who is just gorgeous. Work was great; I was teaching 10-15 scrapbooking classes a month, plus guest teaching all over the country, I had regular magazine work, was designing chipboard for Imaginarium Designs and working in Adelaide’s best scrapbook store. I was going to the gym regularly and working with a personal trainer twice a week. I was fitter, healthier, stronger and more content than I had ever been. I was happy. Actually, I was really happy.
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