Standing in the middle of my kitchen and staring at the tiles, I knew what I had to do.
This is going to be the best decision I’ve made…
And it wasn’t long before I was ripping at the tiles, tearing them off the wall with my bare hands, using whatever tools I could find for the harder bits.
Spontaneous and erratic, two words that my family and friends would use to describe me, that was just my thing.
So quite literally wrecking my kitchen, leaving a mess behind, didn’t bother me.
That was until my manic episode had worn off and I realised what I’d done.
What on earth was I thinking?
And that was a pattern that
