Around this time four years ago. I came to a cross-roads. It was one moment where I was totally vulnerable, I moment where I let my walls down.
This crisis point was where I admitted that I’d contemplated suicide as a real option. Out of that moment I found that I had a talent. A talent for words, words that heal.
I found that I had the heart of a poet, a friend and a survivor. A survivor against the odds. Having written my first real poem.
The freedom of writing had given me is mind blowing. It gave me a voice, the voice he stole.
Over time I have had moments where I wanted to stop writing. But then it dawned on me, it’s what he would’ve wanted.
I’m proud to say I’m a survivor because everyday my words are read and if they help someone find their voice.
That day is such an important day now. I think it changed me for the better.