I didn't have to ask how my mother had died, I knew how. Deep down, I even knew why. She was dead because she wanted to be. Knowing why, deep down, was not something that stopped me asking why. Why fight to get us back only to choose to leave us? Why now? Why couldn't …
At what age does life begin?
I had my first girls holiday before going back to my second year of sixth form- Gran Canaria. I was so disorganised that my passport didn’t arrive until the day before we flew! I could not live like that now. My mother did what she could to help with spending money and holiday clothes as I …
Time to really grow up…
After my mother left that ward, she continued to get worse. I continued to stay out of the house a lot, I was either with my eldest sister and her new family or with D and friends. My older sister was now working full-time so either at work or with a (now ex) boyfriend so …
Self Preservation to Self Love 