I faced the fear of being alone. I found out that it was wonderful. I raised my children alone after a bitter court battle. They went to school.
I took in sewing to pay for my rebirther training. I started rebirthing people. I decided that I would like to develop my sense of intuition.
I went to college and took an HND. I got a proper job. I did a firewalk.
I explored relationships with some lovely men who were spiritual travellers too, and some that weren’t. One rode an old Bonnie (Triumph Bonneville motorbike) and he reckoned when we split up I’d learn to ride a bike myself. I did. 3 weeks after my CBT I went out climbing and later dancing to a live band I liked, and on the way home got seriously injured by a drunk driver. The surgeon saved my leg. I had an external fixator in it for 5 months. My daughter had just finished her degree, she gave up her flat and looked after me for 6 months until her trip to South Africa. I fought to walk again, went back to work after 6 months, and 2 years later took my bike test on my red Bandit 600.
While I was off work, the company was taken over and we were made redundant. I trained in Remedial Massage that I had found so helpful in my recuperation.
The thread that ran through my life for years was the search for a mate who liked me. I saw him on a rock when climbing in Derbyshire, finally tracing him by posting on a message board on a climbing site some months later. We got together. I sold my house and bought a camper to live in so I could be with him. Every day I give thanks to God for a lovely day. It’s a new adventure with someone, the path is different.
