On Monday 8th March, International Women’s Day, my father, age 71, came home from his shift as a cleaner in the local car manufacturing factory. He had something to eat and headed out to ‘fax and post some papers’. When he came back, he downed two cans of beer and smoked a couple of cigarettes.
Dad had stopped drinking and smoking over 10 years ago.
His speech was slurred and he collapsed with my mum’s empty antidepressant packs in his pocket having taken 20. Dad has been a survivor of domestic abuse for over 40 years. …
When you have nothing, you have God.
That’s not how I expected to start my first ever blog. I’ve had so many reflections over the last year; not only due to the pandemic but also the mile stones I’ve reached in my personal life. It was exactly 10 years ago that our family faced adversity but I won’t go into the detail here. Suffice to say, it was an awful experience from which I still can’t believe we got to where we are now.
I have for a while now believed that you can’t truly understand the struggles of a…
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