I'd written off travelling the world as something I could ever realistically do. At 16 my agoraphobia meant I could barely leave the house. If I did it was a horrendous struggle just to pull through each day, hour, minute, second without having a panic attack. Just attending school each day was an exceptional achievement.…
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