Years ago my therapist asked if I could write about how I felt, "not sure if it would be sensible or silly" I replied knowing full well that reading and writing were tasks that did not feature high on my list of learnt skills as I grew up.

Needless to say I gave it a go, then a few more feelings and from deep down the pain of some of those feelings and thoughts made their way to the top of my life. They came not as hurts but more as light to show me what was going on over all the years, tears carrying release as they burst from my eyes while I read through what my heart had poured out. The words came in streams as I grabbed time here and there to type what was virtually hidden within layers of protection.

I hope that you can read my stories and sense the things unwritten, the words still too raw to put down and the feelings that are being expressed. Most of all I need to say that I am ME, not a cardboard cut out or foam figure, I am a unique person just like all of you that read these words.

Kerry