..that I was OK. That I was doing alright. That I had survived life and all it threw at me with ease. I used to think that not only have I dealt well with my lemons but that I should share my recipe for lemonade..

But this morning as I stood in the kitchen, looking at my kids, with the realisation of how close I had come to completely losing control it was evident that I am not OK.

Not.Even.Close.

… and for the sake of me and everyone around me. I think I need to deal with this. Now.

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