My marriage break up & a knight in shining armour just around the corner...

Just when you think it can't get any worse! Ha famous last words...it does.

I'd started on Imuran (Azothiaprine) to try and blast my immune system into behaving itself. My life was in a toxic wilderness. My marriage was going downhill fast. My husband was so unsupportive it wasn't funny. The irony was that I was living in an emotionally abusive marriage and yet I was a nurse who empowered mothers who were going through the very same thing.

My writing was on hold. My headspace was all wrong and I had no spare spoons to do anything like write a book with.

I decided that the husband had to go. It was either do that and maybe live or keep him and maybe die. It was that bad.

Any marriage break up is awful, heartbreaking and destroys a little bit of your soul.

Little did I know what was to arrive around the corner.

When you've hit rock bottom the only way is up.

I had a great work colleague, Anna. She was a diamond. I kept all these things a secret from my other colleagues and my clients. They didn't need to know. I even kept my wedding band on my finger, removing it as soon as I left the office for the evening. I didn't need anyone asking me any difficult questions. It was hard enough keeping myself together to arrive at work and do my job. But without work I had no money and I had no family in OZ. I had no choice but to carry on.

I got so sick that my weight plummeted to 58KG which at 172cm is way too skinny.

My hair fell out. I had bald patches on my head. That was the thing I found the hardest. I'm a Leo. I have a mane. It's my crowning glory. Not now it wasn't...

One day I was doing a visit to weigh a new baby at a clients apartment. I'd got into the lift and gave my appearance the once over in the mirror. It was then that I saw a massive bald spot, shining in all its glory. I gasped in shock.

I bought scarves and headbands and tried the boho 60's/70's look. It helped but I still knew the bald spots were there.

Outside work I was just surviving. My bed was my favourite place and I'd started smoking...a lot. Probably one of the worst things I could do. I couldn't drink so it was my go to.

Eventually after a crappy Christmas and New Years Eve, spent alone and wallowing in my misery and cuddling my cat, Starsky. My cat was my life saver. She knew when I was sick and curled up on the couch and bed with me. We survived a 45C New Years Day on the couch/floor with a fan in front of us both shouting/moaning/miaowing as our thermostats had given up on us. Me because of my Reynauds', Starskys' because she has a lot of fur.

Little did I know then, but in February, a Knight in Shining armour would appear!