Today, I decided to go up to London. I’ve not been to Oxford St in about five years. The last time was before thr abuse reared its head. I’ve been putting this off for too long. When I left Royal Mail six years ago, I never thought I’d be facing the trials that I have faced.
I think if I’d stayed there I would never have started this journey. I would never had known the joy and despair of healing. When I saw the remains of the building where I worked, it was like seeing the remains of my old life. A life with no life, just pain.
As I walked through the back streets, I realised how much I have changed. Just like the place where I worked. I rebuilding my life for the better.
Today was about laying ghosts of the past and rebuilding my life for the better.
Ghosts of my past, haunting no more
Glancing back, moving on
All part of the journey, day by day
Forward, ever forward
Ghosts of my past, haunting no more
My journey to neurodivergent joy 