I’m a few years down the curve, pushing 40, abusive and itinerant childhood surrounded by high status peers, launched into adulthood with a boatload of responsi

I’m a few years down the curve, pushing 40, abusive and itinerant childhood surrounded by high status peers, launched into adulthood with a boatload of responsibilities thrust upon me, and scrambled my way up everything that looked like a ladder. I did my sabbatical six years ago. I didn’t go back. My business, ten years, but enough was enough, it was hollowing me out, and I’d inadvertently created a machine where I could infinitely relive my childhood traumas. It was when I pulverised a telephone at my desk that I realised I was probably done. I was fortunate enough to cash out with enough to set myself up to put my feet up until the end of civilisation. I am only now, after six years of… well, different stressors, but at least not ones which just pushed me deeper into a hole… beginning to find some kind of inner peace. Turns out I’ve not known it since infancy. Turns out I’m actually happy being a nobody in the forest. Actually happy. Nobody ever had any advice for me - it was always up to me to advise others, even when I was drowning - until I finally bit the bullet and started therapy last year. It’s really helped.