When I was 26, my Dad died at the age of 52. I was here in NZ, my family were back in the UK. I sat on my bed and cried and thought to myself, ‘I can’t fly back to the UK, I can’t afford it, I can’t do this.’ I was instantly powerless. I’d lost my father, my sense of security and safety. I was saddened, and stressed and lost.
After an hour of lying in bed, I booked a flight to the UK and was telling work I’d need time off. I was calm. I was collected. And I felt a massive change in me.Visit Website