That knot at the pit of your stomach; tied tightly one time, two times, how many times more? Losing yourself, the waking and then haunting realisation that you don’t know who you are.
The pure dread of not knowing if you ever will. Perhaps, in reality, you never did know; that weird feeling that maybe this helps and maybe it doesn’t.
I think the best way to describe this year would be that it’s been “dosed in additional illness and self-discovery”, with very high ups and deep down lows. It’s impossible to describe some of these and, others, are simply too personal and therefore private.
Tig Ellis - The Zebra With Rainbow Stripes 