The day I decided I didn’t want to live any more is the day I decided why I needed to live.
At the age of 17 I ran away from my home in London after suffering years of humiliating, debilitating, abuse from close relatives. At that age, my understanding of safety, of familial love, of wisdom and of childhood didn’t exist - it was just blind rage and confusion.
I lived only in the moment, scared of the future, scared for myself and scared of my home.
The day I ran away from home - the day I decided that rather than take my own life, I wanted to live my life - I put my fate in the hands of two people: a close friend, and my very first boss.
Both of these people went above and beyond to help me build a life. My friend gave me a temporary place to exist. My boss helped me fill out my first mortgage application, she provided my life with meaning and she taught me how to manage money and pay bills.
Neither of these people asked what happened. Neither of them judged me. They simply helped me.
My boss turned friend sent me on a path of self-realisation that took me to counselling aged 20; to numerous work coaches and mentors; to being a homeowner aged 21; a business owner; and finally, a mother to two amazing children.
Without this network, without this web of support holding me up, helping me become a better version of me every day, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
And that’s exactly why I now do what I do.
The unbelievable empathy shown in my formative years by those who took me in, taught me and helped me despite the depths of my sadness and sorrow have allowed me to develop wisdom beyond my years.
From the day I ran away from home with only my passport in my hand and a park bench for my bed, I had a choice in front of me: to live, or not to live.
Welcome to my world - it’s now yours, too!
I am a product of years of support, coaching, therapy, mentoring and HELP from others - and I’m proud that it took a village, my new village, to raise me. And I want to be that support for you.