I bent my uniqueness into shapes I thought would be more palatable for the world to digest. But these awkward contortions kept me shackled, stopped me from growing into the person I was meant to be.

Now, in the transition between the old and the new, the pieces that were hidden are starting to break free, feel raw, delicate, vulnerable, and tender when exposed to the light of day. If met with fear or disdain, the desire to shrink back and return to the shadows feels like the only thing I can do. The cracks begin to show, my senses overwhelmed, I retreat to the safety of home. I rest, take time to heal. Held in the loving arms of my husband Eddie, looked upon with the sparkling eyes of kindness of my son Oisín. Their compassion & strength make me feel seen and understood. My uniqueness is validated, I feel stronger, and I can begin again….