For many of us, we live in hope because those who have lost someone still can’t comprehend it.
For 2019, I had a different type of bonfire night. It was lovely, wholesome and warm.
I cannot wait to be Evee in my new life, and for Katie to be Katie in hers. I am ready for it now.
Why do we have this self-imposed idea that throughout our lives we are meant to maintain a perfect, crisp version of ourselves? Like untouched snow, or fresh school shoes that we don't want to scratch.
Today, I bleed. In the space of a year, everything has changed.