I only kept the higher going because a friend convinced me that I had to "keep My brain ticking over" . Don't give up yet they insisted.
At the launderette they didn't know about the hospital so I was a bit of a conundrum. To be honest If they did know, they would still have told me to try again and go back to school. They found out in time like every where else.
I swore I would never let life beat me down like my father. If my mum had told me that he didn't even come and see me being born because he wanted a boy then I'd have refused to see him. But my mum had never read Uncle Frank's letters in the study.
Then at the tender age of 18 I had a breakdown and was placed on suicide watch. My life was built on sand. It was going to happen at some point, that switch just needed a small flick.
Nothing was ever normal in my life anyway. I was naive to believe I was exceptional so I wouldn't be like my mum or gran or father.