This time two years ago, I was in intensive care. In July last year, I moved up from going on mini-breaks alone and went on my first holiday on my own. Tomorrow, I go on holiday alone again – this time heading to Sweden to join a group for a working holiday with a charity. The three moments, three Julys in a row, feel like important markers in a journey of independence and increasing emotional resilience. The previous two events, particularly the first, changed my perceptions of what I could deal with and assumed reactions. While not as profound as facing death and in fact thinking that you have died (the most surreal moment of my life), this holiday is pushing me further on this route. My rucksack is packed, my boarding pass is printed, and I’m all set for heading to the airport in the morning. I’m ready to go. In more ways than one.