IT WAS a particularly chaotic time. As the war in the Middle East raged on, sparking relentless and horrific news headlines, a family member unexpectedly landed in the hospital. Hospital visits, doomscrolling and sleepless nights left me drained.
Perhaps that’s why an invitation to Forest Therapy – something I might have previously dismissed as silly – piqued my curiosity. I’d have tried anything to slow the incessant whirl of concerns in my head.
