This time yesterday morning I was a complete wreck. Sitting on a hospital bed. Hysterical. Crying. Panicking. NOT doing what my counsellor had told me to do the day before. She had said to take each part of the morning as a stage. To deal with each stage in its own right. To remember I had control and could say 'stop'. Unfortunately, this time yesterday, all that advice was still on a piece of paper in my handbag and…