At the beginning of February, I quit my job in retail. It was making my depression and anxiety the worst they’d ever been. I’d been signed off as ill for 2 weeks over the Christmas period, and it created a deeper feeling of disconnection from my team than before. My manager sat me down to tell me how selfish I was and the arguments that broke out as a result of my sick leave. I was so, so glad to be out of there, but now I had no money. I’m a firm believer in treating yourself to little things that will bring you happiness, so when I had to ban myself from spending even £2 on a tumble stone it was almost painful. And then, over a couple of weeks, I came to realise how much I rely on buying stuff to keep my spiritual practice alive.