My childhood days were pretty awesome until Dad came home from work. He yelled, screamed, abused all of us. I'm the middle of 3.

When he wasn't around I had freedom to grow, play and learn.

Mum was diagnosed with cancer when I was 9 and it all sort of changed then. She and Dad split up because he is an alcoholic bully after she recovered from that cancer issue but was then diagnosed again when I was 13.

She passed away when I was 15 and that's when life got too hard to talk about.