An extract from Trescothick’s autobiography “Coming back to me” – brave, emotional and gut wrenching:
“The next thing I knew for sure I was following the doc, Peter Gregory, out of the hotel lift towards his room. The moment he let me into his room I broke down. In between the sobs and tears I told him: "I feel sick. I feel anxious. I feel really nervous, I feel homesick and I'm missing Hayley. I'm missing Ellie and every time I see these kids begging at the side of the road I just want to cry. It busts my heart."
"What do you want to do?" he asked me. "Do you want to go home?"
"No," I said. "I can't leave the tour."
I'd been through some tough nights before. But what happened between now and the following morning was unlike anything I had experienced.
I started sweating heavily. I started shaking. I felt myself losing control. I was petrified. Then came the pictures in my head, specific, enormous, terrifying images. Sometimes, with the covers pulled tightly over my head, I would try and hide from the thoughts, Then, sometimes out of bed, almost blind with fear, I tried to run from them. Sometimes, I would stand stock still and imagine I could fight the fear with my bare hands”
This is one book I might just run out and buy.