So I guess the best place to start is the very beginning and that would be the day I was born … 25th February 1975 … so let’s have a little run down on the family I was born into. So there’s my mother father and my brother who is 4 years older than me. I was born in a nice quiet little place called ormskirk so I guess that makes me a Lancashire lass 🤩
So for the first years of my life I didn’t know anything all I know is what I’ve been told as I’ve got older so as a child I don’t have any memories. Now to some this might deem improbable but I genuinely can’t remember what people around me remember. I don’t recall any school plays or school holidays or even any friends or family my mind is at a complete blank for the first ten years of my existence. I don’t recall school at all and worst of all if I don’t recall school what was I doing with my days ? So that’s where the story begins me at the tender age of 10 young lonely and afraid. What was I afraid of ? Well as the story begins you’ll soon discover the terrible things my life was about to encounter.
I’m not writing this to get sympathy or to make anyone feel uncomfortable, I’m hoping it raises awareness as I believe there are many people just like me that that just don’t understand. Now I will be honest in this blog I will go into details but at no point any names will ever be mentioned. I’m writing this with the sole aim to help me understand what has happened and hopefully discover why it has all happened. Surely life isn’t all about fate and things don’t JUST happen, they happen for a reason we just don’t see it at the time, it’s only when your on the outside looking in that you realise the extent of things.
In The Beginning 