I spent more than a decade advising people at one of the most difficult times in their lives. Then I found myself at the worst point in mine.
I spent my career as a medical negligence solicitor, latterly as a partner at one of Manchester's most respected firms, in practices recognised by Legal 500 and Chambers and Partners. My work was rarely about compensation. It was about people who had been failed wanting accountability, and the truth, and to be certain it would not happen to somebody else. Then twenty years in FCA-regulated businesses and property investment and development, where the risk was mine to hold, not a client's.
By any professional measure I was well equipped for what happened to me in 2019. I could read a settlement, model an outcome, hold my nerve in a room full of people arguing. None of it helped.
That is the part I did not expect, and the part I now understand better than anything else. Competence and clarity are not the same thing. You can hold every relevant fact and still be unable to see the shape of your own situation, because you are standing inside it.
What I needed then did not exist in any form I could find. Not a solicitor, I had those. Not a therapist. Someone entirely independent, who understood the machinery I was inside and could help me think straight while it was happening.