The reason I chose to write this book and not something else is that for a very long time I was in a very dark place. And when I was at my worst I couldn’t even go and buy food without getting a panic attack so bad that I had to abort mission and just try to get home instead. These were very dark times. The world felt vague. And I wasn’t really there. And there were nowhere else to go. Being trapped in your own mind like this is something I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. It’s a nightmare you can’t wake up from. And I went to see a doctor and he prescribed antidepressants but on the paper citing the side effects, it said ”suicide,” which felt a bit counterproductive. So I decided to try to fix it myself instead. I didn’t know it then but this decision is why I’m writing these words to you now, Will. It was the start of my own miraculous journey. 11 years ago now.