When I set out in 2013, Te Araroa was a bit of an unknown quantity, a trail that only a handful of people had successfully completed. Although I had a dozen or so multi-day walks under my belt, none had even been longer than 65km so it was a trial by fire on the body and mind. I needed it though. After the closure of a toxic relationship and the stresses of city life, my world had been overtaken by crippling anxiety and depression, the symptoms of which mercifully and miraculously disappeared within weeks of being immersed in the peace and simplicity of nature.
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