This series was made with help from Like Minds Like Mine and the Mental Health Foundation. Years ago, a younger, pajama-clad Thomas would pace in and out of his bedroom door. For three to four hours a night he would walk that track; a dedicated, solitary soldier on the march. Back and forth, through the archway over and over, threading the doorway until his thoughts began to abate. If a bad thought came—or even the hint of one, the feeling of a thought bubbling toward the surface—he would know it wasn’t safe to sleep. So he would keep walking.
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