In the few weeks before Spring, 2017 I found myself leaning against the gloss-peach pantry cupboards of my kitchen, telling Katie that I’d finally lost hope.
We were years into struggle. We had no money, my health was wrecked, and we were at the end of ourselves. I hadn’t been able to buy my own children Christmas presents since 2015 and there wasn’t any…
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