There's a lot of things I consider myself passionate about. This is so much to experience in the world, and so much to accomplish, that sometimes I feel dizzy with the magnitude of it all. But it doesn't stop me exploring the possibilities.
I was born in Glasgow, Scotland on the 22nd June 1984, which makes me a Cancer sign, on the cusp of Gemini, if you like that sort of thing. I grew up moving around the city with my mama and two sisters. When I was 16, the family moved to Wales, but I remained here, with my then boyfriend, a council house and over confident belief that I was an adult now. I wasn't.
The next few years seen me a bit lost, without focus or any definite plan. I probably could have ended up like the very worst examples of the people of Glasgow. Breaking out of that pattern seen my relationship ended, debt overwhelming me, and friends either deserting me for my self-destructive behaviour or enabling me because they didn't know what else to do. The final straw had me homeless. I was, by then, 22.
Realising I was at rock bottom, I worked towards getting myself right again, but even then, it was difficult and I felt I was losing more each time I tried. Writing helped, baring my soul with words of anger and self pity so I didn't have to hold on it them anymore. Slowly and surely, life began to brighten. I rediscovered old passions in make up, coffee and history. I met and fell in love with a man who loves me right back. We have a home, a snake and too many books and DVD's.
But most of all, we have a life together.
Now, I write about what makes me happy. Now, I have nothing to complain about.
This story has taken a very interesting turn...
