Being a young child never suited me, I wasn’t very good at it. I always wanted a seat at the table and to be heard. Colouring within the lines just isn’t my thing. Scrawling across the page is far more interesting.
Mum and I have always got on, my relationship with dad was tricky. He was difficult and dysfunctional. He’d quickly switch from deep darkness to being a bon vivant. It left me walking on eggshells. I went from being outgoing to insular.
