I’ve only just begun to live again after about ten years of simply surviving. I didn’t realise I was mourning all that time. But I was. It’s only when the mourning period ends that you realise you’ve perhaps been holding on to it a touch too long. One day you wake up and realise that you’re not happy. For the first time, in a very long time, you take a long, hard look in the mirror and find it hard to recognise the person you’ve become. The shock isn’t the lines or wrink