how it feels
I cried more tears than there are drops in the ocean. My heart sank like a stone to the very tips of my toes
I find it difficult to trust, and I believe everyone either loves or hates me, nothing in between
I have, for a long time, struggled to fully get across the impact this illness has on my life
I had to accept within myself that my disorder was merely a part of me, but in no way who I am
The emotional burden of foster caring is very real - caring for others must begin with caring for oneself
I wanted to reclaim myself, reclaim my heritage, stamp my foot to say this is me
I was expecting an overcrowded, sterile and cheerless environment. Instead it was more like a Travelodge with nursing staff
To have my sexual capacity questioned during a gynaecological exam strikes at the heart of how poorly equipped even the “professionals” are when it comes to seeing women with disabilities reach their full potential
The first three months after my HIV diagnosis were a blur - so much has changed that it's almost unimaginable to look back and understand how I was feeling
I know it doesn’t sound like much but when you’ve felt like a prisoner in your own home, it means the world