Several times a month, someone will get in touch with me to ask a question that’s almost impossible to answer.
Sometimes they do it in person, furtively, having first invited me for a coffee to ‘pick my brain’.
Other times they appear in my WhatsApp in the early hours of the morning, desperate and despairing. Often they come via my Instagram inbox, strangers at their wits’ end, with nowhere else to go but the social media account of a woman who has publicly admitted she’s an alcoholic.
All of these people want to know the same thing: how do you get someone you
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