Figuratively not literally.

There are many different types of wilderness, and some come with a one-way ticket.  Others require the forging of a new track, and this can take time.

Of course, there is a saying, time heals all wounds.

In my case it has taken almost a year to forge that track, at times through dense bush, others over seemingly insurmountable mountains, to get to the point where I could see light at the end of the tunnel.

Let’s hope it’s not an oncoming train!

It also feels like the weight of the world, or at least a large part of it, has been lifted off my shoulders.

What I have found is that it is the people around you that can make a difference, and at the end of the day, no matter how much the medical profession can try to alleviate the problems, the only real help we need in situations like this, is, quite simply, the people closest to you.

It is a time when you find out who those people really are.

Fortunately, I had several, and to them, a thank you is not nearly enough to express what I owe them.