One year ago today, I packed up all my things and left my house in Cork with the intention of snuggling up in my Limerick bed and never coming out.
I could go into the highs and lows, the ups and downs of the last year but I have covered it in excruciating detail already (up in the Confessions tab) and I don’t want to bore my lovely readers.
The important thing is this: I may live as a statistic but I am certainly not going to die a statistic.
One year ago today, I took my life back. And agains my own expectations, I came out of it alive.
Ed, Mia and Ana? I’m done playing your silly games now. Kindly fuck off home now.