Bathing has always been a ritualistic practice for me. The sound of the water, the warmth and the steam drown out my anxious thoughts and help me ground myself back in my body.

The shower is also a great place to think, and the action of washing is a wonderful way to symbolically (and physically) slough off the cares of the day before bed, or refresh myself, ready to face a new day. Even when the world seems to be collapsing around my ears, the simple act of washing can be a life raft in turbulent waters.

My bathroom is already a (very small) haven: with art, scented candles and plants to help create a calming atmosphere. While I may dream of a claw-foot tub, I make do with a shower unit in the corner. Despite its size, I’ve made some important decisions in my shower, cried, laughed, sun

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