& it goes a little something like this,

Up until this moment, I thought I had done enough to have somewhat of a positive change in the world.

However, sometimes you can’t choose the moment, the moment chooses you.

Now it’s my moment. My moment to try and do even more, to go above and beyond, to go and research, do more homework and make sure nobody has to go through the adversity I faced.

But if there was ever a moment to nearly destroy me this was it. I’d Overcame 3 years of relapses, a section, living in temporary accommodation and hostels, just got the keys to a new flat, engaged, and then bamb! Multiple occasions of homophobia.

Even after the breakdown of my engagement caused by the trauma of the events. I still held my head high and didn’t let it stop me or send me back to hospital, instead it motivated me, inspired, lit my fire. I decided that no one is gonna add to the drama I already was going through or tarnish the achievement of the shit show few years prior I’d overcome. No one was ever gonna be hurt like my now ex-fiancé, That No! I was not gonna move, and that I was gonna make a change!