Courage, courage, breathe, courage. You can do this.
The 4am panic and crisis. Like an old friend she calls in now and again. Unexpected but once she’s here, familiar.
You need a place to live, Kate. You can’t keep existing in other people’s homes, looking after their pets, your life in a van parked outside. Your previous life in a wall of boxes in a mate’s garage.
But it’s so f’ing scary! Why do I have to start from scratch all over again?