For those of you who have followed the blog for a long time will remember the years I spent in a rather unhealthy relationship. If you don’t, and feel you want to, you can read about what happened here and here.
Fast forward nearly 10 years, and as you know I am working as a letting agent. And as sods law would have it – I get a call from a landlord who has purchased the very property that we all lived in while this situation happened, and would like me to visit to value it and take it on (so basically, look fter it on a day to day basis.)
Now, business is business, so this morning I find myself driving to the property and I literally have to pull over at the side of the road and start trying to do some deep breathing exercises to try and control the strong and serious anxiety that has grown to a massive ball in my stomach and it crawling up through my chest and throat.
After a few moments I managed to get the anxiety back under control and got to the property. Once inside, I was absolutely dumfbounded to see that the whole property had been totally renovated – it didn’t look or feel at all like the property I remembered (and likely had some residual PTSD from!!). It almost felt like a form of closure to be in the place, and not feel anything at all.