I’m a counsellor, a regular bloke, and someone who’s battled the hard stuff: white-hot anger, busted relationships, gambling, the lot. I know what it’s like to punch walls, hate mornings, and wonder if the world might be better off without you.

A good counsellor finally called me on my own rubbish, helped me see what was really driving the fury, and showed me how to turn the corner. That’s why I’m in this chair now: to be the counsellor I wish I’d found twenty years earlier.