Today marks the tenth anniversary of the first time I tried to slash my wrists in the bath. An odd thing to remember, you may think. But, I have survived. It has been close, very close, at times, and I am a bit pissed off that I am still in the bin, but here I still am, swilling fine wine and chortling my way around the restaurants of the world. Things need to improve, but being here is a good start.
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