Getting away from the dictation of the parents.
I don’t know when I started trusting people again, when the exact point of that began. Maybe it was when I decided to start living my own life. Being at home at my grandmother’s house felt like being inside a small prison. And it was never safe in the U.K., either. Feel like all this stuff together made me really troubled as a kid, a teenager, and into my twenties.
It’s interesting that our cultural narratives of abuse and neglect are so often portrayed in and around very hard topics like hard drugs or hard addictions.
And now, I’ve become… a ride or die chick.
I always thought that my grandmother would be that for me, but as I grew and worked through my issues I realised I wasn’t the victim.