Finding My Way Back
to the World

I saw this woman in the woods. She was crying.

A darkness hung over her, heavy and suffocating. She had no words to articulate her feelings, no way of sharing how she felt. I took her hand and, without a word, I sat there. She turned to me and our eyes met.

As they did, something changed. A flicker of light that hadn't been there before, a glimmer of hope. After a while we stood and began to walk. Still holding her hand I led the way. I introduced her to people who could help, I told her there was no need to be ashamed. And gradually the woman started noticing things.

The smoothness of a petal. The way the steam danced above her cup of tea. The world came into focus in a way it hadn't done for months. I say this because I was that woman. Admitting I was unwell was one of the hardest things. Getting and accepting help was even harder.

But there is a whole world out there, waiting for you. And when you find it again, you'll notice things you'd never even seen before. If you're that person in the woods, know that things can and will be different.