If 1992 was Her Majesty’s “annus horribilis”, then 2015 was my own. It started with silent sobbing into my bed sheets on New Years Day and ended in an exhausted-yet undefeated-heap a year later. I lost everything; my job-and my career in that field, a 25 year friendship, my marriage, my home-even my country! All the structures that made up my life were decimated; my identity stripped away. The pain was raw, and lingering but I found something strangely liberating about having to face the full realities of who I am. This blog is about my journey back to me, and accepting that maybe, just maybe, I am worthy of joy, peace and love. I hope you’ll journey along with me!