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Welcome Last year, I struggled. I don't know if it was 'long Covid', lockdown-related depression, something physical, or a combination but, by the end of the year, I couldn't concentrate, was exhausted, and my get-up-and-go had run, screaming, from the room. I'd also lost work, which was extra pressure – actually, it was a blessing in disguise because I couldn't have coped with my previous workload, feeling as I did. With more time on my hands, I wanted to do something that was just for me. I was going to start a side-hustle from my kitchen table. It could fit in around when I felt well enough to do it, I wouldn't have to answer to anyone, and it could happen at my own pace. I joined the thousands of…