This week’s an important week for me, it’s a week of giant colossal life-affirming anniversaries. It should have been a week of celebrating and cheering on my own survival running in and out of the sea, knocking back as much sparkling water as I can take and happily writing my lover’s name in the sand.
Three years ago this week I stopped drinking, I’ve been sober ever since. Three years ago this week I broke my vow of chastity for the first time in 10 years and three years ago this week I woke up following the most dramatic radical lifesaving surgery, and I’ve done more in the last three years than in the rest of my life, so I’ve got a lot to be celebrating.
