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It was not until 2009 when I was in my very early thirties that I decided to start writing again. I was bored beyond belief with my life and with my employment and I felt that my life did not mean anything. I could drop down dead tomorrow, and it would be as if Andrew Brookman never even existed. I had no friends, and I was a complete Joke in my world of work, just the cleaner who was constantly told off for doing shabby work. I even felt as if I was ignored by my own family