As a young teen I spent each waking hour being creative in any way I could. I had big dreams of becoming a writer, or a reporter, or maybe even a singer or an actress. Dreaming took me into another world. A world full of joy, that I wanted to live in forever.
As I grew and became a mother, those earlier dreams were hidden away and I devoted my life and all my pride in raising my children. They grew and had families of their own, and the empty nest syndrome was and still is too hard to bear.
My focus became my work in the caring profession. My career as a Healthcare Assistant for the NHS, at the Royal Bolton Hospital became my life. It allowed me to provide support and comfort to the vulnerable. The pride of wearing the uniform and the care and compassion within my role was overflowing. It also provides a stark contrast the way it was within my childhood and my vulnerable youth.