A slow start to the new year. The kind of two weeks where all you’re thinking is, “I hope (and pray) that nobody randomly shows up at my front door”. I was tired, unproductive, and somewhat lax on washing the dishes and tidying up. Couldn’t bring myself to do much at all. Not even go for a walk, or text a friend. I’m not depressed or in relapse, not at all … but I always find January a bit difficult in terms of energy and mental surplus.

Then, my book came out.

And, as I always do,...