Those of you who've followed my own personal "journey" as well as theatre life, will know that I've been in a depression since May 31, 2019. On Wednesday, I felt a change of colour. Today, 16 months since when it began, I can say: it has passed. #ShentonStageMentalHealthDiary

It's scary to post that, because it feels like it is tempting providence. But I'm happy (in every sense!) to admit to myself -- and the world -- that there's been a change. It has been a long, patient wait. I have, throughout this time, been working actively to change things.

I've discovered -- and started working -- a second Twelve-step fellowship that deals in family-of-origin trauma; but I've also been spending lockdown doing a lot of service: giving back that which I've freely received. And that's been life-enhancing and sustaining.

But also, as the world has moved into a place of great uncertainty with #COVID19, and I've lost my main distraction and passion, namely the theatre, I've also been forced to find out that there's more to life than just the escape valve I usually use to avoid it.

Strangely, all of this has coincided with a big change in my professional life: there's more uncertainty than ever there. But given that I simply can't earn a living doing what I used to do, its time to look for other things. (I am still teaching, which I LOVE!)

So maybe I need to do more of that!!! I've also (finally!) taken the step of having major spinal surgery -- three separate operations, including a 4 hour one -- to fuse three discs in my back. I'm still in recovery from that -- but at least it's done!

So, finally, thank you all for allowing me to be honest with you all -- and supporting me - whether it is sending me a daily picture of a bunny, or other kindnesses. We are all in this together. Thank you for being there for me. I will try to be here for you whenever you need it!