For a long time, I thought I knew what my life was. Not that it was perfect. Fuck me, it wasn’t. But it was mine. I was a mum. A wife. A daughter. A sister. A friend. I worked. I raised my children. I worried about money, remembered birthdays, sorted dinners, dealt with school stuff, listened to everybody else's problems and somehow kept all the plates spinning. You know. Life. The ordinary kind. The kind you complain about while you're living it, without realising that one d

There are some points in your life when you look around and genuinely wonder how the fuck you got here. This is mine. I didn't grow up imagining that one day I'd be writing publicly about my marriage, my family falling apart, an abusive relationship, betrayal, losing people I loved, PTSD, therapy, medication and somehow trying to rebuild myself amongst all of it. That wasn't the plan. I was a mum. A wife. A daughter. A sister. A friend. I worked, raised my children, helped th